Been round long enough to know, in the dry desert things can grow. That bottom feels so deep, takes only one step to plant your feet.
Think itâs the end then guess again my friend; there is nothing the mind canât bend. Mists over the oceans see, what are nothing but clear mysteries.
Creating problems not there, checking out the menu of todayâs fare. Only exists if you believe thereâs a snare, find another way if you dare.
Think itâs the end then guess again my friend; there is nothing the mind canât bend. Mists over the oceans see, what are nothing but clear mysteries.
A key in the hand opens the gate, to change what we think is unplanned fate. A key in the hand opens the gate, to change what we think is unplanned fate.
Been round long enough to know, in the dead desert things can grow. That bottom feels so deep, takes only one step to plant your feet.
Think itâs the end then guess again my friend; there is nothing the mind canât bend. Mists over the oceans see, what are nothing but clear mysteries. Think itâs the end then guess again my friend; there is nothing the mind canât bend. Mists over the oceans see, what is nothing but clear mystery