[Roth] Dark night, there is no light In the realm of the black magic man Soul's flight into the cold blight Of the destroyer's magic land Poor man, whose
so slow anywhere the wind can blow how it does I'll never know and it never crossed my mind red wine - can't you see I'm feelin' fine smokin' with a friend
Where are my arms I'm missing you ? I'm missing pain and movement Where is the sun I ? you know you true my flesh dissolves in movement I'm gliding into
It's not psychedelic, it's got many merits It's not psychedelic, nuclear submarine Darling, I think it's a dream Your causes, they make me feel so mad
Evened it out all along sailing outdoors By the sun came through the shore now I'll lie in-doors for a long day lean on the ocean burn all the skies
It only takes the time between here and there For landing in another place Saw your shadow fleeting in the corner of my eye Your feet were skimming the
Dream - the light was shining hard And though the lie was the night Dream - you were the light and colliding with the stars In a way - my guide And there
I am sailing, I am sailing Home again, 'cross the sea I am sailing stormy waters To be near You, to be free I am sailing, I am sailing Home again, 'cross
Wind in my sails, I lived for days No water, no food, it was good I didn't mind, no, nowhere to be Nothing to see except me Only fear Can make you feel
Sometimes I feel caught in yesterday Because of all the memories that burn Where I will go, there is no return and time Will heal my yearn I dream about
It comes to me these nights In half-conscious-state visions Staring at the lens the one ever staring at me It can matter not to them When toilers fall
With loving passion, oh your radiance A serenade I cry Your silk lined coffin the lachrymatory To hold a mourner's tears Ethereal splendour Pale skin
I enter your spheres My eyes see yellow So give me gold I'll be forever in your world The veil of golden spheres Are shining through my eyes I would
Marching alone like a good soldier does I?m setting sail with anchors holding me down Pack up my bags, stow them away Bidding farewell to all that is
Our perception, so limited and so restrained A symptom of our condition Mass confusion, the evidence of staring blind A symptom of our condition But
One last gaze upon the sun It bid farewell to everyone Kick that bucket out the door Where I'm going I won't need it anymore Gonna lay my burden down
Gaining momentum Gaining, gaining, gaining, gaining Gaining, gaining, gaining, gaining Gaining, gaining Gaining momentum, there it is Gaining momentum
It's not far down to paradise At least it's not for me And if the wind is right You can sail away And find tranquility Oh, the canvas can do miracles