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I don’t believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms
.
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
.
And I don’t believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that’s true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms
.
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
.
And I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candlew burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore
.
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
.

Cosmic Wash-Over (On the edge of beauty)

.

On the edge of beauty

almost tipping over

loosing hold – light as a feather

in this big shake

cosmic wash-over cosmic wash-over

cosmic wash-over cosmic wash-over

cosmic wash-over cosmic wash-over

cosmic wash-over cosmic wash-over

oh this urge for extacy

oh this urge for extacy

.

I could eat myself through

a thick wooden planch

such a force – such a desire

in this big shake

cosmic wash-over cosmic wash-over

cosmic wash-over cosmic wash-over

cosmic wash-over cosmic wash-over

cosmic wash-over cosmic wash-over

oh this urge for extacy

oh this urge for extacy

oh this urge for extacy

oh this urge for extacy

.

I see the sight

of this little man

stretching his arm

to the sky

I want

I want

I want

I want …

.

cosmic wash-over cosmic wash-over

cosmic wash-over cosmic wash-over

cosmic wash-over cosmic wash-over

cosmic wash-over cosmic wash-over

cosmic wash-over cosmic wash-over

cosmic wash-over cosmic wash-over

.

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Growing in heart

.

I am curling myself up

Almost, almost not a sound

Just a little one, ticking close

Almost, almost touchable

In the air swirling round

.

Don´t want to know where this leads

Almost, almost not a sign

Just a little one, blinking slow

Almost, almost touchable

In the air swirling around

.

Growing in Heart

There’s no roadmap to this

There’s only me

Growing in heart

Following the unknown beat

Dropping my guard

Growing in Heart

.

I am curling myself up

Before the dawn breaks

Look at me, I’ m not breaking -

I am unbreaking the rules of mine

.

I caught a glimpse of the the world making love to the world

Healing gap with light with love

.

Growing in heart, Growing in heart

.

The dreamer overslept and lost his sight

The analyzer of precious matter took a flight

.

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Falling right through

.

I’ m falling right through

million of layers

I’m falling right through

shimmering mirrors

into the magnetic core

I’m falling right through

.

I bet you are

flying, flying inside

holding your, holding your

red balloon

 .

I’ m falling in falling out of frames

falling out of rooms

falling out between chairs

.

I’m falling in falling out of trees

falling out of rain

falling out of counsioussness

 

I’ m falling right through … (repeat)

.

I ’ m falling in falling out of dreams

falling out of reach

falling out between worlds

.

I’ m falling in falling out of orgasm

falling out of truths

falling in and falling out of love

.

I’ m falling in falling out of frames

falling out of rooms

falling out between chairs

.

I’m falling in falling out of trees

falling out of rain

falling out of counsioussness

.

I bet you are

flying, flying inside

holding your, holding your

red balloon

.