Yesterday we lost our lives, tomorrow we were born
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Fortune smiled upon us, sacrifice the Argus
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All that he might help us see
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Magna eyes the track for miles, looking for disease
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Puzzled by the mountains - tricked by the sea
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and the Argus is practiced compassion
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with an eye on you, as one is on me
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will the god eye grant his forgiveness
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and allow he that's lived, a reason to see
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Counting days and building walls, bells ring so's to warn
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All the signs that guide us, chosen by the Argus
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Tell me has chosen you
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Led by form we'll shed our soul
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Trusting like a child
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See the dark face that saved us
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Drink from his empty eyes
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and the Argus is practiced compassion
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with an eye on you, as one is on me
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will the god eye grant his forgiveness
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letting droplets of light erupt from the sea...
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Lying in beds of garlic and orchids, he closes an eye, which closes another
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and in sleep he dreams, of watching and looking and feather clouds dancing
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He curls up his lid and sleeps...
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Swirling with visions on man's confusion
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All of the work, done just to appease him
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The Argus he cries, though love has it's place in the sun
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It's only man's fear that carries him on...
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The Argus
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| Ween |
