2 acessos
There must be more to this life
Than one strife after a strife
And there must be more for us to gather
Than one damn thing after another
I know there must be some kinda art of life
That does it all like butter does the knife
Not some a forgotten mystic delph
But break on through into your higher self
Into your higher self
Deep inside the avalanche of joy
The shining light of luminescent eyes ahoy
Peak into the suchness of all things
And, oh yes, that one that makes fiery rings
I know there must be some kinda art of life
That does it all like butter does the knife
Not some a forgotten mystic delph
But break on through into your higher self
Your higher self
One mania after mania
One phobia after phobia
One damn strife after a strife
Promises of the afterlife
Afterlife
Drop the strife
And so the prince of the wild frontiers
Turned to jewels all his years
Secret's out, but used by none
So it flickered and was gone
I know there must be some kinda art of life
That does it all like butter does the knife
And there must be more for us to gather
Then one damn thing after another
Not some forgetting mystic delph
But break on through into your higher self
Your higher self
Break into, into your higher self