Anderson/Squire/Howe/White/Sherwood/Khoroshev
Judging by the voice
He was free to himself so real
We slaved ourselves to sacrifice
More than that we do not know
Then you hear him on the radio
He would play the sacred themes
Harold Land with a wave of his hand,
said goodbye to all that,
He paid his bills, stopped the Milk, and then put on his hat,
He tried to say his last farewells
as quickly as he could,
Promising that he would return, but doubted that he would,
(Anderson / Howe / Wakeman / Bruford)
Carry forth as a guardian to Kingdom Come
With your daggers of the spirit
Let the dagger run
With the Fist of Fire
Be the master now
As the darkness of ages past
Riches silver and gold
(Chris Squire)Schindleria praematurusSchindleria praematurusSchindleria praematurusSchindleria praematurus
Faster moment spent spread tales of change within the sound,
Counting form through rhythm electric freedom
Moves to counterbalance stars expound our conscience
All to know and see the look in your eyes.
Passing time will reach as nature relays to set the scene,
I Cord of Life
A man conceived a moment’s answer to the dream
Staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes
As a foundation left to create the spiral aim
A movement regained and regarded both the same
Sweet dreams can solve the future,
Sweet dreams provide the past.
Sweet things within your makeup;
These things will always last,
These things will make
Sweet dreams of conversation,
Sweet dreams of love affection.
*intro*l
let us be lovers, we’ll marry our fortunes together,
I’ve got some real estate in my bag,
so we bought a pack of ciggarettes, and mrs wagner’s pies,
And we walked off, walked off, walked off, to look for america.
She brings the sunshine to a rainy afternoon
She puts the sweetness in and stirs it with a spoon,
She watches for my moods and never brings me down
She puts the sweetness in all around
She knows just what to say to make me feel so good inside
And in the ruins
Caught in the noose around me,
Glasses tell lies.
Wondering when
To do it again of another
Flying to the sky,
Somewhere flying high.
Astral trav’ller,
Leaving without her,
Wond’ring where lives go;