Cybele's Reverie

Sensual things that go nowhere
Sensual things that go nowhere
Childhood feels more friendly
Childhood brings the magic

What to do when you've done it all
Read it all, drank it all, ate it all
Gave everything, both loose and detailed
When you've shouted from the rooftops
Cried and laughed in the cities and the countryside

Childhood feels more real
The garden by the tall porch

What to do when you've done it all
Read it all, drank it all, ate it all
Gave everything, both loose and detailed
When you've shouted from the rooftops
Cried and laughed in the cities and the countryside

The stones, the trees, the walls, tell stories

(The house, the house of the past
The house, the house of what's to come)

The stones, the trees, the walls, tell stories

(And the silence
Will penetrate me)

The stones, the trees, the walls, tell stories
The stones, the trees, the walls, tell stories
The stones, the trees, the walls, tell stories

Childhood feels more real
The garden by the tall porch

What to do when you've done it all
Read it all, drank it all, ate it all
Gave everything, both loose and detailed
When you've shouted from the rooftops
Cried and laughed in the cities and the countryside

The stones, the trees, the walls, tell stories

(The house, the house of the past
The house, the house of what's to come)

The stones, the trees, the walls, tell stories

(And the silence
Will penetrate me)

The stones, the trees, the walls, tell stories
The stones, the trees, the walls, tell stories
The stones, the trees, the walls, tell stories