كلمات evocation

Lost evocation The night's the singer The echoes linger They heal all the words in your mind All doubtful emotions are dying Time to awake now The crowd is sober The dream is over The mirror reflecting your thoughts Was broken with dissonant chords And the black-plastic culture's aging Still music's burning Itself out Now, looking back over years of trying There's no conclusion to what I will always mean Just lean back, listen to my dream New evocation The wind's the singer The echoes linger They take you to where you belong The saviour from where you went wrong You're facing the truth now The crowd is healthy Their leaders wealthy Anonymous knowledge we share It's seen on T.V. ev'rywhere And the black-plastic culture's aging Still music's burning Itself out Now, looking back over years of trying There's no conclusion to what I will always mean You have just listened to my dream Don't rely on what's never been