Tekster: Black Angels, The. Sunday Afternoon.

Come on, over here
It's all right, over here
In the silent, empty places
Its shining, in the shadows

Its all right over here
Its OK over here
Up in my tree, where you can see
crystal visions, on a Sunday

You know that you don't even know
You think just like they told you to.
Look within you for the Kingdom;
then you'll see, you can see.

Come on over here.
It's all right over here.
In the middle of the daytime,
fell the colors pull from inside.

And come on, over here,
It's all right over here.
With your new eyes, turn on your light.
Let your love glow, leave your Ego.

You know that you've just got to go
You were blind , trapped inside their sty.
But now you see that you know nothing.
So just go, and let it show!