: (Tony Levin, Bill Bruford) (Instrumental)
(instrumental)
The day is over and still so heavy on the mind In flew glowing, smiling mother, butterfly in yellow To join the frowning cactus crowd Finding flowers
He hands me curious , small, transparent glints which tip-toe carefully up and down my spine. Movements within me , saying. "Come to me , come, come."
Forever, let the nights burn long for our loss As all words shall die in good time Fleeting shades of pain catch my eye And the mist of days long gone
the day is over and still so heavy on the mind: in flew glowing, smiling mother, butterfly in yellow to join the frowning cactus crowd finding flowers
(Tony Levin, Bill Bruford) (Instrumental)
Übersetzung: Song, Selbst. Evensong.
Übersetzung: The Gentle Waves. Evensong.
Übersetzung: Mission Innocence. Evensong.
Übersetzung: Ja. Evensong.
