Through your eyes I saw the red sun burst and slowly melt into the Dead
Sea Through your eyes I watched your hand expand, and crush a dozen
Trees, like they were dead leaves Through your ears I heard the mountain
Laugh, the banshee cry, the statue of Mohammed roll a dice to plastic
Buddah, screaming "Christ! Another six - I guess it's time to pack my
Things and head back slowly to Nirvana Through your senses I kissed dying
Time So it goes we stand alone by standing stones and turn them into
Circles