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Finding rapture


Avoiding definition in a time of strife,

Wayward thinking

Playing music loud living the life,

Hammond coming in, bass player with the line

Drums going mental, full Moon fever

Too good for this sad world, so many gods up there, heavens doing fine.


Looking always listening, talking too much

Blame my age

Whilst never growing older this weird hippy just turns another page,

Nothing really matters but the ground beneath your feet

The heavens up above you

And the love beside you, nothing more could taste so pure so sweet.


Finding rapture

Are you my one and only?

Silence in the night

Soul so sad so lonely,

Love me with no tomorrows

Love me with no hours in the day

Love me with all those yesterdays

In which our memories play.