Blessings of babylon
Time to carry on and try for sins and false alarms
So to America the brave
Wise men Save
Near a tree by a river theres a hole in the ground
Where an old man or Aran goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion theres a wrong and a right
He'll never never fight over you
I got time to kill
Sly looks in corridors
Without a plan of yours
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill
Thanks to the calling of the wild
Wise mens' child
I got plans for us
Nights in the scullery
And days instead of me
I only know what to discuss
Of for anything but light
Wise men fighting over you
It's not me you see
Pieces of valentine
With just a song of mine
To keep from burning history
Seasons of gasoline and gold
Wise men fold
Near a tree by a river theres a hole in the ground
Where an old man or Aran goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion theres a wrong and a right
He'll never never fight over you
I got time to kill
Sly looks in corridors
Without a plan of yours
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill
Thanks to the calling of the wild
Wise mens' child