Album: A Quick Smoke at Spot's
I walk through the forgotten reign
An ancient central nation
Taken under the hand
Blessed like French Champagne
Then she moved to know him
To form a perfect creation
Exile waits on God's delights
And I accused of tasting
All the secrets of the past come floating from their caves
Calling like a siren through the waves
The great great river flowed away
Across the sands we lived again
Leaderless, began our fight
Evolution in decay
Priests with hair and eyes so clear
Appealed upon to return
Struck up his flying caravan
Said fifteen years I've been here
Bloodless soldier meet a lot of phone rings and (2:52)
It's gonna take a long time
Floats in the air
Attuned for wings
Prophets schooled
Language lost along the line