In a Chapel of a Personal Design
Be good, be true
Sinuously creeping up the walls
All the words you
Say in the day you can't wipe them away they are there
Dancing 'round the pillars, flickering
Movies sliding
Over each other one life on another all yours
Pray to the moon and she will give you a sign
Sing in a chapel of a personal design, design
Be good, be true, be kind
Lily tiles beneath your sliding feet
Slowly turning
No hiding yearning you're learning to slow in the flow
Pray to the moon and she will give you a sign
Sing in a chapel of a personal design, design
Be good, be true, be kind
Trickling down the windows, colour streams
Forming creatures
Whose features are changing in scenes rearranging each day
Pray to the moon and she will give you a sign
Sing in a chapel of a personal design, design
Be good, be true, be kind