There is a place, a time and a space No one can trace, that no one can trace Somewhere a hill, where things are still Just rain water spill, just rain water spill Sleep in a dream of butter milk cream You dance on a beam, dancing on a beam
Save me from this shallow land, take me out of temper's hand Drag me from the burning sand, show me those that understand
Save me from this shallow land, take me out of temper's hand Drag me from the burning sand, show me those that understand
Rest in shade, no sound his made Where silence is played, sound of silence played