Through your eyes
I saw the red sun burst
And slowly melt
Into the Dead Sea
Through your eyes
I watched your hand expand
And crush a dozen trees
Like they were dead leaves
Through your ears
I heard the mountain laugh, the banshee cry
The statue of Mohammad roll a dice
To plastic Buddah, screaming "Christ! Another six!"
I guess it's time to pack my things
And head back slowly to Nirvana
Through your senses
I kissed dying time
So it goes
We stand alone
By standing stones
And turn them into circles