We're never here, never there
The pages of wisdom were burnt today
The rhythms flow, the waves still dance
We're nothing but the unwilling slaves
Of our past selves, phantom egoes
Driving all these mortal coils,
Dreaming life with joy
And sorrow
Rising from the promised land
There's sadness in the air
Sadness born of doubt.
I dreamed you dreamed about me.
We're all illusions in the end
Until we break the karmic fate,
Until from ignorance we part,
The dharmic duty done with art,
Then long-awaited liberation
Out of knowledge thus arose,
No joy, nor pleasure anymore
No further future incarnation
To wish for any treasure.
But only detachment and willingness
To return to our true nature and state
To speak the truth and then break
The painful circle of Samsara
Into the billion starred silence.
I`ll give up, Your Highness!
I wanted a daughter, Sara
But why let souls suffer?
To bear the folly of this world...
To prepare them for the battle
Make them ready for the war
Within themselves, with good and evil.
Dear, that's not a life to lead
Unless it's blood you want to spill.
I`ll sail away now on these last lines
With loving eyes,
Riddled I leave you, a shifting tide
Take as my mind, don't hold my death as your bride
Take reason as your guide, and understand the game of life.
The pages of wisdom were burnt today
The rhythms flow, the waves still dance
We're nothing but the unwilling slaves
Of our past selves, phantom egoes
Driving all these mortal coils,
Dreaming life with joy
And sorrow
Rising from the promised land
There's sadness in the air
Sadness born of doubt.
I dreamed you dreamed about me.
We're all illusions in the end
Until we break the karmic fate,
Until from ignorance we part,
The dharmic duty done with art,
Then long-awaited liberation
Out of knowledge thus arose,
No joy, nor pleasure anymore
No further future incarnation
To wish for any treasure.
But only detachment and willingness
To return to our true nature and state
To speak the truth and then break
The painful circle of Samsara
Into the billion starred silence.
I`ll give up, Your Highness!
I wanted a daughter, Sara
But why let souls suffer?
To bear the folly of this world...
To prepare them for the battle
Make them ready for the war
Within themselves, with good and evil.
Dear, that's not a life to lead
Unless it's blood you want to spill.
I`ll sail away now on these last lines
With loving eyes,
Riddled I leave you, a shifting tide
Take as my mind, don't hold my death as your bride
Take reason as your guide, and understand the game of life.