John The Batist 歌詞

In the waking hours of the morning The Sun yawns and stretches forth to shine Everything reaches up to feel the light It depends on your perspective So keep looking up The Spirit is not an emotion The light of understanding, understanding if light which reveals everything Tradition, Admission A confession and regression It sounds complicated Like a razor down your spine Like a blind clairovoyant a mute mystic The future is our yesterday for those who wish it (Who wish it) Through the wilderness I must go I will prepare the way I looked over Jordan and I see things that others dream