Yet There Are Moments
GRETA (DNK)
Yet there are moments
When the walls of the mind grow thin
When nothing is unansorbed
And I could fancy that we might blow so vast a bubble that
The sun might set and rise in it
And we might take the blue of midday
And the black of midnight
And be cast off and escape from here and now
Yet there are moments
When the walls of the mind grow thin
When nothing is unansorbed
And I could fancy that we might blow so vast a bubble that
The sun might set and rise in it
And we might take the blue of midday
And the black of midnight
And be cast off and escape from here and now