I was afraid of the shades - Now shades are there. However, Somebody keeps up he light Safely and clear Somebody helps us Now whatever holds, Whatever's going on, Everything is grist for the mill, And the rolling wheel Surely can do the work - And the bread is here.
So what's the plot of these days? What is the dream of the Earth Sudden illusion And spriderly darkness or Heaven of lightand wind Who can decide, And we were waiting for We must be ready For the next step, For the last step Is already Part indefinite tense, Past perfect illusion And the past is already absent.
We were living alone - No somebody's here, Helpfully lighting the stars The shimering rays Ring as the strings Or Heaven Guitar And on the brink of a new day We gather to make the new day The day of the wind and the light - So come on To the other side.
So don't be afraid of the shades - They can't be alive Without the light Drink the wine of the skies And eat this bread The bread of a newborn day We were busy with our fear illusions But the way turns up To the light, so - Come on To the other side. Up to the light side.