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Between Me And My Maker

 

Between Me And My Maker

(Album: 2042 - 2019)


The butterfly lands on my palm
And starts to speak to me
He tells me to not think in 4's
It's time to think in 3's
It's a voice I recognise
As a child he spoke to me
He whispered softly through my toys
And sang into my dreams

Into the light is where I'll go
My body is not my soul
When I die my spirit rise
Upon a cloud of gold
So nothing stands
Between me and my maker

He leads me gently to the maze
It's as far as he will go
So I go down to underworld
To face the beast alone
There I saw infinity
Coursing through my veins
And every love I've ever had
And should hope to have again

Into the light is where I'll go
My body is not my soul
When I die my spirit rise
Upon a cloud of gold
I send a prayer to the firmament
To remove what's in my way
So nothing stands
Between me and my maker

There are times we share our thoughts
And can speak without words
Like ghosts appear in cigarette smoke
Like god as birds in flight
If I abstain from lustful thoughts
And read the sacred texts
The boy you knew is different now
He's on another plane

Into the light is where I'll go
My body is not my soul
When I die my spirit rise
Upon a cloud of gold
I send a prayer to the firmament
To remove what's in my way
So nothing stands
Between me and my maker

Taste your words before you speak
Careless talk can sink a ship
The trickster pulls on magik strings
It leads a path, coincidence
Coincidence?
Coincidence?
Coincidence?
Was it all coincidence?
Coincidence?
Coincidence?

Taste your words before you speak
Careless talk can sink a ship
The trickster pulls on magik strings
It leads a path, coincidence
Coincidence?
Coincidence?
Coincidence?
Was it all coincidence?
Coincidence?
Coincidence?

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