The new born moon seems like a cradle, shining on the desert sand Scent of sandalwood and jasmine, a goddess with a silver skin I am painting all your flowers, I'm the shadow of your dream Who changed your opium to money shiva calls your name, Why don't you sleep?
You're not worth a passing glance, I'm the picture in your mind Who can feel the wind blows gently sparkling dust over the land A stone is not a stone until I tell you what it's supposed to be Who changed your opium to money shiva calls again, Why don't you sleep?
And all our dreams are rushing to the river The river that has always flowed When maya comes and sets our hearts on fire Our dreams will show the way back home
Lighter than a tuft of feathers, dancing with the rays of light Digging oceans with my fingers, patterns carved into the sky The creation of the earth is in my sight which no one's seen before Sparkles of awakening knowledge shiva calls your name, Why don't you sleep?
And all our dreams are rushing to the river The river that has always flowed When maya comes and sets our hearts on fire
Frightened and weeping I read my name on a tombstone in a graveyard I don't know In another dimension sitting with a pale face On the hill of the dead! The clouds all painted pink Me wrapped in white cotton, nobody can see me at all The letters of my name, iridescent and melting in the sun
Unsatisfied and restless, seeking in wrong places Wading through a sea of my desires When I burned away my bonds I knew that I could not remain the same! I left a fragment of my soul Knotted in a tree top as a present for the endless universe My form is full of light As I'm going to the woods to find myself again
All the good, all the bad All the pleasure, all the pain All the yearnings of the brave, All the sun and all the rain
All the beauty, all the dirt All the love and all the hate All the laughing, all lamenting, the acceptance of our fate All illusions that we have, All our secret fairytales, Are doomed to slow decay; are flowing down the stream.
So come and kiss my silver skin while I paint pictures in your mind