When the human race learns to read the language of symbolism, a great veil will fall from the eyes of men.

With a wave of his hand, he had made the Earth a planet and set it spinning.

The world is spinning, turning day to night, and my thoughts are running at the speed of light.

We accept the reality of the world with which we’re presented. It’s as simple as that.

If you are confused, check with the sun. Carry a compass to help you along. Your feet are going to be on the ground. Your head is there to move you around.

One day the blood won’t flow so gladly. One day we’ll all get still. Get still.

To start by making the trade center disappear, though, seems a good way to begin.

I’ll take you down the only road I’ve ever been down.

And our lives are forever changed. We will never be the same.

More than words is all you have to do to make it real.

I did not believe the information. I just had to trust imagination.

And I pray, oh my god do I pray! I pray every single day for revolution.

See a pearl form, a diamond in the rough. See a bird soaring high above the flood. It’s in your blood, it’s in your blood.

Once in a while you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right.

Nobody said it was easy. No one ever said it would be so hard. I’m going back to the start.

Anything you want to, do it. Want to change the world? There’s nothing to it.

Read it in the books, in the crannies and the nooks, there are books to read.

From the top of the world every which way is down.

No one ’round here’s good at keeping their eyes closed.

And I’m trying to believe in things that I don’t know. The turning of the world, the color of your soul.

We’re seeing things in a different way and God knows it ain’t his.

…how different theories are suddenly introduced to add strength to the edifice.

Here and now, under the banner of heaven we dream out loud, dream out loud.

If wishes were trees, the trees would be falling. Listen to reason, reason is calling.

I’ve been looking so long at these pictures of you that I almost believe that they’re real.

And there’s someone in my head but it’s not me.

Consider this. Consider this, the hint of the century.