The angel, the ox and the eagle and snake,
were down at the crossroad dividing the cake,
and you can¹t criticise what you helped to create
when it all comes true...
Sometimes it seems I¹m inclined to the notion
that all that belongs here is earth, air and ocean,
forest, fresh water and most of the animals too,
except perhaps for me and you...
Chorus: How much of this even really exists?
It¹s an ocean of wonder, a mountain of bliss.
Most of the time it¹s a circular line we draw,
and we still come back for more.
I dunno how I could, I dunno if I would
even start to remember it.
Once in a while when the wind starts to smile and then,
well it all comes back again...
I came to a lake that was covered with fire,
christened by love, I was burnt by desire.
All I could feel was a hunger that seemed quite real.
I reached for the moon and the stars seemed to shatter.
All that I knew was it doesn¹t much matter.
My hooves started tapping, my wings were a¹flapping,
and the sky fell down.
repeat Chorus:
Well I dreamed of a world that was green again...
Neil
Pike - 12 string guitar & Vocals
Luke
Hopkins - Fretless bass
Shane
Thompson - Drums
Pete
Pix - Vocals
Kerry
Aldritch - Violin
Recorded
at Bush Traks Recording Studio, Nimbin
Engineared
by Dave Highet
