This song was written and recorded on Vashon Island in early June 1992.
lyrics
Lions sleeping in the grass
The time is now or never
A clock sounds far and fast
The falling of the hour
The tireless space
Birds flying upstream
In search of something cool
Along a black and spiraling line
To hold a sound, to feel a sound
Of something new
Revelation, a chance to take this time
Revelation, a chance to take this time
Now the sun is blocked out by a prayer
Home to seal the untold message
To the sharp-edged hold of a quarter moon
At every hour on every line
Every image stirs and awakens the earth
with every sound of something new
One night the answer seems to be so clear
The stars fall at one time
And the trees grow red from the palm of one I know
One who will try to tell me
Try to let me know
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