Sacrifice yourself upon the stone,
Something so old you know it in your bones,
But you'll never find the way alone
And the mother of time,
Is calling us home,
Leave our life behind,
And come to the stones.
Part of the land,
And part of the sky,
We are alive.
It's a neolithic rave,
Humans fresh out the cave.
And we sacrifice ourselves upon the stone.
A genetic memory of,
Something so old, know it in our bones.
Back to the source, back to the source.
And the mother of time,
Is calling us home,
Leave our lives behind,
And come to the stones.
Part of the land,
And part of the sky,
We are alive.
I know there’s a way back,
Somewhere on salisbury plain,
It’s just a kind of magic,
And we’ll get there some day.
I know there’s a way back,
Somewhere on salisbury plain,
It’s just a kind of magic,
And we’ll get there some day.
