A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar And taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hour
And assessing points to nowhere, leading every single one A dewdrop can exalt us like the music of the sun And take away the plain in which we move And choose the course you're running
Down at the edge, round by the corner Not right away, not right away Close to the edge, down by a river Not right away, not right away
Crossed the line around the changes of the summer Reaching out to call the color of the sky Passed around a moment clothed in mornings faster than we see
Getting over all the time I had to worry Leaving all the changes far from far behind We relieve the tension only to find out the master's name
Down at the end, round by the corner Close to the edge, just by the river Seasons will pass you by I get up, I get down
Now that it's all over and done Now that you find, now that you're whole
II) Total mass retain
My eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above I crucified my hate and held the word within my hand There's you, the time, the logic or the reasons we don't understand
Sad courage claimed the victims standing still for all to see As armoured movers took approached to overlook the sea There since the cord, the license or the reasons we understood will be
Down at the end, close by a river Close to the edge, round by the corner Close to the end, down by the corner Down at the edge, round by the river
Sudden cause shouldn't take away the startled memory All in all, the journey takes you all the way As apart from any reality that you've ever seen and known
Guessing problems only to deceive the mention Passing paths that climb halfway into the void As we cross from side to side, we hear the total mass retain
Down at the edge, round by the corner Close to the end, down by a river Seasons will pass you by I get up, I get down
III) I get up, I get down
In her white lace You could clearly see the lady sadly looking Saying that she'd take the blame For the crucifixion of her own domain
I get up, I get down I get up, I get down
Two million people barely satisfy Two hundred women watch one woman cry too late The eyes of honesty can achieve How many millions do we deceive each day?
She would gladly say it, amazement of her story Asking only interest could be layed upon the children of her domain She could clearly see the lady sadly looking Saying that she'd take the blame for the crucifixion of her own domain
In charge of who is there in charge of me? Do I look on blindly and say I see the way? The truth is written all along the page How old will I be before I come of age for you?
IV) Seasons of man
The time between the notes relates the color to the scenes A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, so it seems And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love As song and chance develop time, lost social temperance rules above
Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space He turned around and pointed, revealing all the human race I shook my head and smiled a whisper Kknowing all about the place