Testo di Semi-Sacred Geometry

So so fast, the sailing ships The outer rim, the innocence The lovely air The wind it breathes It comes When do you follow, where do you lead With a cut clean hands, a fire to feed Like the signs of the cosmic The crush of the eye It's just better in blood like the surest old Sun When do you follow, where do you lead With a cut clean hands, a fire to feed Like the signs of the cosmic The crush of the eye It's just better in blood like the surest old Sun