gmc

You're done with history
When the zoo looks like
A grey pavement on which
Your cloud is just a burning ground

Burn, baby, burn
It's always a taste of fun
To stand seated over the water
No more liver to deliver

Thus speaks the wind
Nobody in sight
To catch the meaning
Only a flame is breathing

Light in the hand
Sound in the eye
Thunder in our arms
Forever dancing

Band of outsiders
Living on the edge
The tighrope walker's
Perfume of incense

Foolish as a bird
Singing all day
What fishes see
When they become dolphins