Space is curved and so are we It’s lots of circles build a tree It’s gravity that bends us ‘round, And binds us to the precious ground. The sun is hot, the moon is cold And starlight comes from long ago, And long ago, that’s in the past, Before we were born…
Lay you down, Make haste away, To the land of dreams, Where the planets fade.
We circle up, and circle back, And circle ‘round again. All fall down, just to touch the ground, And get back up again. There’s an arctic circle, rock circles, Healing circle, crop circles, No such thing as a straight line. There’s ferris wheels and front wheels, Colour wheels, cart wheels, No such thing as a straight line…
Lay you down, Make haste away, To the land of dreams, Where the planets fade.
Though all we see will shift and change, The amount of energy remains the same, As seasons turn, and so do we, From young to old, and back to seed.
Lay you down, Make haste away, To the land of dreams, Where the planets fade.