Future Myth کے بول

Counting shadows in the sun, There's enough for everyone. Here amongst us now and then, Telling stories with no end. Many years ago we Found that light and sound were ample food. We forgot about ourselves and Reconnected me to you. Now we sit and share our songs, Balls of light we pass along. Breathing rhythms through our minds, Tiny strands of light that bind. Many years ago we Found that light and sound were ample food. As we sang we grew Six billion flowers walking without roots. The future myth Stories of the present when they're past. The future myth Writing isn't reading till it's done. The future myth Global views of things we've missed uh huh. Like finding scissors, Right in front of us.