Из альбома: Collected
These dialogue stars dream of sundays in October
Perception keeps us whole, and it may just be time
To look rather than merely see
These testaments to divine light,
Years of work glare back at us
Out from oil,
Out from marble,
Out from sound
And sublimity, seeking sanctuary in the written word
In the written word
To make the inspiration
Visible
Audible
Touchable
To create a world from dust
That is what it means to be our own deities