Eyes like little dreams Come true We are all Treading waters Especially in the new Europa!
With all its satellites We'll see The blossoming of the Judas tree Any colour infidelity That weeping wound That's hard to see
From my circle I'll never stray Or follow clay feet of yesterday To broken circles Well left behind Those foreign hands On foreign times And, in their wake I'll disagree To cast my own nativity
With all its satellites We'll see The blossoming of the Judas tree Any colour infidelity That weeping wound That's hard to see
For misjudged moments Of misjudged times Are for misjudged lives That misjudged mine Our dreams Our dreams they never go To devils above And grey rainbows Spilt seed on stony ground The only sperm That ants surround My hands My wounds And, nothing else I smell traitor Time the divider