Intellectual Reference Point Restoration
With a wave of his hand, he had made the Earth a planet and set it spinning.
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.
Let’s all have a good time before the great divide. ‘Cause things will start separating come 2025.
You pull me close, and we start to move. And we’re spinnin’ with the stars above. And you lift me up in a wave of love.
No longer riding on the merry-go-round. I just had to let it go.
Is the truth really there? Or is it right under our hair? For all we know it’s been there all the time.
And I’m trying to believe in things that I don’t know. The turning of the world, the color of your soul.
I’ve been looking so long at these pictures of you that I almost believe that they’re real.