Heatball 2
In my mind’s eye, riding down this turquoise highway,
the lines converge, my eyes are blurred,
as if with chocolate sauce.
Sunbird's flying gently in the sky,
cascading ringlet’s dance among the leaves,
the sea reflects the orb of heat,
Cicada’s buzz, a throbbing pulse,
the heat pound's down,
words and pictures swirl around,
am I in heaven?
Dim memories of an ancient time,
pushing upwards, and outwards,
as if into space,
an eye of lines, begins to form,
from window’s forged,
in dream’s re-born.
Nice instrumentation and something completely different... works well - even with the lyrics in it
like it , love the lyrics ......cheers tony cee