Realising a form out of stone
Set hands moving
Roan shaped his heart
Thru his working hands
Work to mould his passion into clay
Like the sun
In his room, his lady
She would dance and sing so completely
So be still, he now cries
Get the idea cross around the track
Underneath the flank of a thoroughbred racing chaser
Getting the feel as a river flows
Would you like to go n’ shoot the mountain masses
And here you stand no taller than the grass sees
When you’ve tried most everything and nothing’s taking you higher
When you’ve come to realise, you’ve been playing with fire
Hear me when I say to you, it’s really down to your heart
It’s the beginning of a new love in sight
High vibration go on
To the sun, oh let my heart dreaming
Past a mortal as me
Where can I be
(We can be) < --- [Notice Chris Squire here]
[Just a simple correction, but still an important one]
Wish the sun to stand still
Reaching out to touch our all being