Intellectual Reference Point Restoration
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.
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.
Anything you want to, do it. Want to change the world? There’s nothing to it.
Day after day, alone on a hill, the man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still.
Circle in the sand, round and round, never ending love is what we’ve found.
And I’m trying to believe in things that I don’t know. The turning of the world, the color of your soul.