'Round and 'round the Spirit tumbles With half a chance it still believes That cities fall but minds don't follow And goodness hides up someone's sleeve. It's up and down the structures matter Like building blocks means buying time While human hearts and ozones shatter Galactic juries intervene.
And stomachs roll While churchbells toll the crime The rose is crushed The dove flies past -- It's time.
It's trinkets to the Spiritkeepers And silver to the opium kings It's drugs and guns and convict runners And countries built on such a thing. And what will be our sacred beacon With only time to only try To search our hearts for what's been taken While leaders eye their conquered sky.
And stomachs roll While churchbells toll the crime The rose is crushed The dove flies past -- It's time.
'Round and 'round the Spirit tumbles With half a chance it still believes That cities fall but minds don't follow And goodness hides up someone's sleeve.