Deadly silence in the tunnel
Like the pitch-black bottom of a stream
Nubian swimmer, lost for words,
A flexing mountain ghost in a dream
Fighting madly to reach the banks
Now holding on to all that seems real
Feel the branches leaning out
On overhanging trees
The flood passing the

Tide of events on their way
The distant sound like from electric leaves
They’re burning high upon a hill
Embrace the early frozen spring
While all the stars are chucking down their spears
Into the soundtrack of our lives

Floating sideways down the stream
Preparing for the final goodbye
Feeling naked, lost and lonely
With all your prayers being denied
Then you'll hear the roaring thunder
Of the fire mountain beneath
Find a way out of the darkness
To the spirits of the valleys and the

Tide of events…

Sound like from electric leaves
The distant sound like from electric leaves
They’re burning high upon a hill
Embrace the early frozen spring
While all the stars are chucking down their spears
Into the soundtrack of our lives
Into the soundtrack of our lives

Copyright Kaipa , 2005