Из альбома: Peng
The strange setting of our story
Represented nothing but a super-falling star
The landscape was no mystery
The ideal of a man so vain
At the point of infinity
I've seen it I've heard it
(the creation/riccochet)
I've seen and I've heard it
(the creation/riccochet)
The...is in my eyes
Take a shape I like
Whatever it is the eye will see
Let the hand go for it grasp it
It is strong and receptive enough
it will there feel a pounding dream