through the air. Such a natural mystic blowing through the air; There's a natural mystic blowing through the air; Such a natural mystic blowing through the air
, air, water and fire All of this is not by chance Earth, air, water and fire All of this is not by chance Earth, air, water and fire That's how I know
on my own There must be something I can dream tonight The air is filled with the moves of you All the fire is frozen yet still I have the will Trumpets
Angels howlin', the Sphinx awakens But what can she say, you'd be amazed Down there your, days are numbers You're no numbers, nothin' to fear There will be trumpets
't you climb on board? Is your manager managing to manage for the best? Or is he making out fine for himself? Does your record label bring you in with trumpets
There ain't no grave can hold my body down There ain't no grave can hold my body down When I hear that trumpet sound I'm gonna rise right out of the ground
Chorus: Well there ain't no grave Gonna hold this body down Well there ain't no grave Gonna hold this body down When I hear that trumpet sound Gonna
white curtain, the nose prints of a dog A shot glass collection from his truck driving days Luther's bedroom is as hot as an oven With air that's as
ships that sail We swim with sharks And fly with aeroplanes in the air Send in the trumpets, the marching wheelchairs Open the blankets and give them some air
Rousseau walks on trumpet paths Safaris to the heart of all that jazz Through I bars and girders, through wires and pipes The mathematic circuits of the
The wintergreen, the juniper, the cornflower and the chicory All the words you said to me still vibrating in the air The elm, the ash and the linden tree
with space helmets for hair Well, now what have we here? Thugs and poets, ah yeah What we seem to have in common is we're common as air Yes, the lowest
The Land of Eight, There stood a castle, very great. Eight flags were waving in the air For the King of Eight had put them there. A muted trumpet blows
all the kings, threw a ring to the blackest queen who ushered me away to the palace in the square where the air's so cold and it gets so lonely in the
since yeah when suddenly strings began I heard the melody again and again and again The sound of trumpets flowing through my head So rare I'm walking on air
will But there are tears all over town Too many tears all over this town There are tears all over town Too many tears Once there were trumpets in the air
they third minds open Write a page that'll engage war and encite fights Be on the look for the bright lights and north winds The trumpets be the mics
before Christ was persecuted (Blank) Mathematically we live at right angles fuck the star spangled The makers of fallen angels, danglin' from moon crescents I persevere, breathe the air
