Paroles de Elusive Ones

They're lovers again The sun is the moon : an amalgam Their gold and silver melt together This is the season of the dead branch, the green branch, of the same branch The cynic bites his finger because he can't understand The cynic bites his finger Nightmares fill with light like the holiday Men and angels speak one language The elusive ones finally meet The essence of evolving forms will run to meet each other like children Good and evil, dead and alive Everything blooms from one natural stem Good and evil, dead and alive ... They're lovers again