Leave the sleep and let the springtime talk
in tongues from the time before man
listen to a daffodil tell her tale
Let the guest in, walk out, be the first to greet the morn
The meadows of heaven await harvest
the cliffs un-jumped cold waters untouched
The elsewhere creatures yet unseen
Finally your number came up
Free fall awaits the brave.
Come, taste the wine, race the blind
we will guide you from the light,
writing naughts till the end of time
Come, surf the clouds, race the dark,
it feeds from the runs undone,
meet me where the cliff greets the sea
The answer to the riddle before your eyes
is in dead leaves and fleeting skies
returning swans and sedulous mice
writings on the garden's book
in the minute of a lover's look.
Building a sandcastle close to the shore
A house of cards from a worn out deck.
A home from the fellowship, poise and calm,
writing lyrics for the song only you can understand
Come, taste the wine, race the blind
we will guide you from the light,
writing naughts till the end of time
Come, surf the clouds, race the dark,
it feeds from the runs undone,
meet me where the cliff greets the sea
Riding hard every shooting star
come to life open mind
have a laugh at the orthodox,
Come, drink deep, let the dam of mind seep,
Travel with great Élan
Dance a jig at the funeral
Come, taste the wine, race the blind
they will guide you from the light,
writing naughts till the end of time Ooh,
Come, surf the clouds, race the dark,
it feeds from the runs undone,
meet me where the cliff greets the sea
Come