| Lyrics: | Distant hands in foreign lands are turning hidden wheels,
causing things to come about which no
one seems to feel.
All invisible from where we stand, the connections come to pass
and
though too strange to comprehend, they affect us nonetheless, yes.
Once again a time of
change, oh, the change makes music and the children will dance.
See the pieces of the
picture rearrange themselves.
It feels just like a symphony to me, with nothing left to
chance.
Just look over your shoulder, it's out of you hands it's over for now.
Leave behind
what you can, you can always return.
The rhythm remains unbroken, unspoken but loud and
clear,
it's a slow vibration, migration.
Mystery muse, how I hunger for an answer,
unsung song, how I long to play the changes.
Hidden rhythm, haven't I always been your
dancer?
Sacred secrets of the meaning to my dreaming, migration. |
