Wake Up! کے بول

Fall upon my brow this signature of love Descending from the canopy of poison vapour Filtered through the cold this magic of the air Is blushing every cheek and every soul thereafter Wake up to the light the light that's always there Your mind is tangled from its ever-thinking glory Run your fingers through your bristling beard or hair And watch the endless butterflies within escaping Fall upon my lap your signature of God Descendant from the everlasting curdling wonder Let the blinkers flake and wipe the dust away Let ripples settle and the riverbed appear Wake up to the light the light that's always there Your mind untangled from its ever-thinking glory Run your fingers through my bristling beard and hair And watch the endless butterflies around returning