Oh To be Not anyone Gone This maze of being Skin Oh To cry Not any cry So mournful that The dove just laughs The steadfast gasps Oh To owe Not anyone
If there isn't light when no-one sees Then how can I know what you might believe? A story told that can't be real Somehow must reflect the truth we feel
(INTRO) there's a lotta folks down at the island that follow that astrology some got a chart of the heavens and some got a fancy degree but me I
I woke up at 4:35, still jet lagged from another plane ride And opened my window over Bondi beach Where all the stars seemed out of reach And recognized
Got out of town on a boat Goin' to Southern Islands Sailing a reach Before a followin' sea She was makin' for the trades On the outside And the downhill
If there isn't light when no one sees then how can I know what you might believe? A story told that can't be real somehow must reflect the truth we feel
Got out of town on a boat for the Southern Islands Sailing to reach before a following sea She was makin' for the Trades on the outside And the downhill
(Mark Erelli) Across the miles that lie between The lives we live, and the lives we dream Full moon shines so blue and bright Smiling down on the both
This southern cross is full of holes Frozen and over Another shark that never shows Right until it's everywhere I tried to make it I tried to make it
[Black Sabbath cover] If there isn't light when no one sees Then how can I know what you might believe? A story told that can't be real Somehow must
I woke up at 4:35 still jet lagged from another plane ride And opened my window over bondi beach Where all the stars seemed out of reach And recognized
I have seen the future of mankind The wisdom of my prophecies you?ll find Follow the truth and be careful, are we the last? Hundred years has passed what
You are standing here as true as you were born on this earth. Don't pin all your hopes and your dreams on somebody else's lives. The Southern cross is
Oh to be not anyone gone this maze of being skin oh to cry not any cry so mournful that the dove just laughs the steadfast gasps oh to owe not anyone
Vertaling: Black Sabbath. Sluit van die Suiderkruis.