Lyrics
I am standing in your room wearing nothing
I am walking to your window in the dark
Carry me into the light
where is the fire, where is the wine?
where is the when, is the now.
I'll walk with you into the dream,
touch with you into the fire, I'll be with you into the mind.
Now is the when, is the why
Time is the sign, a sign of the times
Time is the sign, a sign of the times
Question everything, time is the sign
Time is the sign, a sign of the times
Time is the sign, a sign of the times
Question everything, time is the sign
I am breathing in your shadow
waiting for a word
I am feeling through your skin
one simple thing
I am holding to a moment to justify
I am here without within, being so alive
Carry me into the light, I am the fire, I am the wind. I am the when and the now
Believe in me, to be with me.
Believe in nothing to justify it all.
Nothing absolute, nothing without end,
nothing definite. But the eye defines it all.
Lie to me divine spire, my angel of undeed. This tightening fist of perception feeds me famine and belief. Child, creator, void.
I am walking through the sun, as time passes through me, but not around.
The whole and I are one, we are the multifoliate. I am I.
I am sinking in your shadow,
holding to a word
I am bleeding through your skin
one simple thing
I am here without the moment to clarify
I am right here before you standing next to time.
Fold with me into the light
Here we are alpha, we are omega.
We are the sum of the world.
Now can your mind speak the word?
The finger is turning, nothing beyond me
One dent in the metal of life.
Time is the sign, a sign of the times
Time is the sign, a sign of the times
Question everything, time is the sign
Time is the sign, a sign of the times
Time is the sign, a sign of the times
Question everything, time is the sign
Nothing absolute, nothing without end,
nothing definite. But the eye defines it all.
Lie to me divine spire, my angel of undeed. This tightening fist of perception feeds me famine and belief. Child, creator, void.
I am walking through the sun, as time passes through me, but not around.
The whole and I are one, we are the multifoliate. I am I.
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