they don't know where they're going
they don't know what it means
you don't see false flags waving
in your iridescent dreams
The World goes out of focus
The Mind turns upside down
the shaman shakes his rattle
everywhere is holy ground
the mist, it just keeps rising
far above the murky lake
and blooms into a Buddha……
with every breath you take
they don't know where they're going
they don't know what it means
their minds are all on fire
burning in some young girl's jeans
the seed it hangs suspended
the trembling heart it seems
to give birth to cloudy mountains…
in your iridescent dreams
fire on the mountain!
fire in the lake!
fire burning in your mind
with every breath you take
The whole world is on fire
with the force of burning need
as the object of desire turns
in iridescent dreams
they don't know where they're going
They don't know what it means
all that wasted glory
is just leaking through the seams
it all comes out of emptiness
you're riding alongside
of the space thru which you are passing…
the horse on which you ride
the sound out of the silence
and the echos that won't die
the gleaming comprehension
that is shining in her eye
you can see the big wheel turning
you can see the prayers ascend
you can see the angels flying
in a spiral round the bend
you can hear the warplane's thunder!
you can hear the children scream!
I'm surprised that you don't wonder
in your iridescent dreams
fire on the mountain!
fire in the lake!
fire burning in your mind
with every breath you take
The whole world is on fire
with the force of burning need
as the object of desire turns
in iridescent dreams
the pale rider is mounting…
on a nightmare in the sky…
Cassiopea is dancing…
why don't you come outside?
why don't you come outside......
and… play?
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