There is a place, a time and a space
Just no one can trace, that non one can trace

Somewhere a hill, where things are still
Rain water spill, just rain water spill

Sleep in a dream of butter milk cream
You dance on a beam, dancing on a beam

Save me from this shallow land, take me out of tempers hand
Drag me from the burning sand, show me those that understand

Save me from this shallow land, take me out of tempers hand
Drag me from the burning sand, show me those that understand

Rest in shade, no sound his made,
Where silence is played, sound of silence played