the sweet fragrance of sweat
that perfume couldn't cover up
speaks to me in a language of its own
but we don't sleep in beds of stone
your rationality is nothing in the cave
this time science lost to mythology
there are ancient secrets painted on walls
that we will never know
but what use is it to write of things long lost?
there are ancient secrets painted on the walls
of the caves that we once slept in
the sweet fragrance of sweat
that perfume couldn't cover up
speaks to me in a language of it's own
one day all this will be over
we'll fly like dragons in the wind
and sleep by the fire in the cave
if we can find our way there
