[00:00.000] 作词 : Anthony M Dekker
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Anthony M Dekker
[00:11.639]A weightless breath the air alive
[00:20.250]Swords of water cutting the sides
[00:24.088]Through half closed eyes
[00:28.501]A marble curtain floating down
[00:37.029]Swimming into fishes' mouths and waving through
[00:43.400]
[00:47.858]In the call of the wind
[00:53.552]In the ways of the sea
[00:59.775]You won't believe
[01:05.623]What's up there
[01:09.329]Tracing the great green pathways
[01:15.243]
[01:23.236]A forest of arms turning into fins
[01:31.986]Ancient veins on granite chins
[01:40.268]And avian songs fill the air with notes diving in
[01:48.672]The hard edges green with newly grown coats
[01:55.103]
[02:00.161]Where do we draw the line
[02:05.751]And put this on the line
[02:11.315]Where do we draw the lines
[02:16.840]Stray so far with these designs
[02:22.724]
[02:33.464]The night water's deep kissing the lamb
[02:42.151]Luminous and green from magic hands
[02:50.269]As if it springs up, as born from inside
[02:59.026]The real spell surrounds transcendent and white
[03:05.335]
[03:09.844]In the call of the wind
[03:15.531]In the ways of the sea
[03:21.056]In the lungs of the land
[03:26.776]In the lines of the streams
[03:31.338]
[03:32.799]You won't believe
[03:38.934]What's up there
[03:42.630]Tracing the great green pathways
[03:47.691]

作词 : Anthony M Dekker
作曲 : Anthony M Dekker
A weightless breath the air alive
Swords of water cutting the sides
Through half closed eyes
A marble curtain floating down
Swimming into fishes' mouths and waving through
In the call of the wind
In the ways of the sea
You won't believe
What's up there
Tracing the great green pathways
A forest of arms turning into fins
Ancient veins on granite chins
And avian songs fill the air with notes diving in
The hard edges green with newly grown coats
Where do we draw the line
And put this on the line
Where do we draw the lines
Stray so far with these designs
The night water's deep kissing the lamb
Luminous and green from magic hands
As if it springs up, as born from inside
The real spell surrounds transcendent and white
In the call of the wind
In the ways of the sea
In the lungs of the land
In the lines of the streams
You won't believe
What's up there
Tracing the great green pathways