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Scent of sandalwood and jasminea goddess with a silver skin
I am painting all your flowersI'm the shadow of your dream
Who changed your opium to money shiva calls your name
Why don't you sleep?
You're not worth a passing glanceI'm the picture in your mind
Who can feel the wind blows gently sparkling dust over the land
A stone is not a stone until I tell you what it's supposed to be
Who changed your opium to money shiva calls again
Why don't you sleep?
And all our dreams are rushing to the river
The river that has always flowed
When maya comes and sets our hearts on fire
Our dreams will show the way back home
Lighter than a tuft of feathersdancing with the rays of light
Digging oceans with my fingerspatterns carved into the sky
The creation of the earth is in my sight which no one's seen before
Sparkles of awakening knowledge shiva calls your name
Why don't you sleep?
And all our dreams are rushing to the river
The river that has always flowed
When maya comes and sets our hearts on fire
Frightened and weeping
I read my name on a tombstone in a graveyard I don't know
In another dimension sitting with a pale face
On the hill of the dead!
The clouds all painted pink
Me wrapped in white cottonnobody can see me at all
The letters of my nameiridescent and melting in the sun
Unsatisfied and restlessseeking in wrong places
Wading through a sea of my desires
When I burned away my bonds
I knew that I could not remain the same!
I left a fragment of my soul
Knotted in a tree top as a present for the endless universe
My form is full of light
As I'm going to the woods to find myself again
All the goodall the bad
All the pleasureall the pain
All the yearnings of the brave
All the sun and all the rain
All the beautyall the dirt
All the love and all the hate
All the laughingall lamentingthe acceptance of our fate
All illusions that we have
All our secret fairytales
Are doomed to slow decay; are flowing down the stream.
So come and kiss my silver skin while I paint pictures in your mind
So you can feel again that life's just a dream within a dream
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