Be here on the line

As if the horizone line

Wasn't filled with houses and factories

Turn around to roll-away scenery

And then the sun

Intervine

We stage the hills

As if the horizon line

Dissapears when the moon falls down to me

Time is round

Feel weight's grasp and company

And then the sun

Time is round

And time is round

As if the the horizont line

Wasn't filled with houses and factories

Turn around to roll-away scenery

And then the sun

My souls on fire