Bush of ghosts is burning In the forests of the night We hear spirits call to move our souls
Hear their voice in many things Animals and birds and trees Babakoto and his kind
They will help us sing our song Reach across the gulf of time They will help us sing our song We must try and understand
Commutate a falling leaf Catch the breathing of the sands Raindrops on a windowpane we must understand
Spirits move amongst us all Ask the ancients of this world If we only read the signs
They will help us sing our song Reach across the gulf of time They will help us sing our song We must try and understand
Standing in the dark This non-spiritual man Blessed by ignorance Twentieth century damned Staring at the dawn With a shotgun in his hand Blood by reasoning Technological
Standing in the dark This political animal Blessed by ignorance Twenty-first century damned Staring at the dawn With a camera in his hand Desire is reasonable Technological