The Other Shore

Light years away A Proverbial Needle in the hay An elusive Future past While in pursuit Of the fruit Yea, you squashed it underfoot Expectation Latent, lost Stop one moment All is golden Ooh Stop one moment All is golden Ooh Ooh All things as one We belong Like a lyrics to a song Nothing after or before In lost and found We resound Like the air becomes the ground Resting on the other shore Stop one moment All is golden Ooh Stop one moment All is golden Ooh Ooh