Trembelo
May 12th, 2008A purple tone engulfs the air
As moonlight spins around her hair
Alas, the time has come, it’s clear
But left no time to whisper here
Noticing the moment I shift into gear
With my hands I drive, with my heart I steer
Awoke this morning to find I’m asleep
In cellar dwellings where heathens creep
Where trembling mountains can do you no harm
And venturing outward can ring no alarm
Where winds don’t blow by man’s control
And solar eclipses are bought and sold
Frantically I frolic to the tip of a hat
One wave of the wand and this becomes that
Tip-toe my way or dance on my heels
Nobody expects two tons of steel
Swirling a whirlwind down your spine
Coiling and boiling until springtime
So sleep if you must to connect with the way
But don’t lose trust when the skies turn grey