New Trolls

Flow Of The River Of The Mind

New Trolls


Running white, tasting ever sweeter wine 
Touching blue, smelling even greener pine 
Oh, so we flow 
Knowing what we wish to know 

There will come a point 
I wonder will you miss me 
We will see a stairway 
Up into the other side 

Ways on, backwards is the goal 
Tearing past, did you really want to know? 
Live, the land will give 
Our answer, for they want to go 

You can see it now 
The finish looks no closer 
Then we're near the end 
Keep pushing till we pass the sky 

Over the diamond studded rocks below 
Stranger thoughts, silver feathered, flying low 
To grip us as we overflow, overflow 

Into time out of time 
Into time out of time 
Into time out of space 
Into out 
Outwards on 
Outward flow 
Flowing slow 

Now we drop, form the top 
Of a pit of light 
Out of sight, falling flight 
Down and around the form 
Through a storm, getting warm 
From a sun in the rock 
Now we're caught, but we hear 
The cavern is playing for us