- cifra
On a floating lily island
Moving over slowly sideways
Rest the temporary creatures
Spending all of their days
Waiting for the floor to
Buckle down below their belts
Crashing into yet another
Drifting continental shelf
Moving without motion
Screaming without sound
Across an open ocean
Lying there
On temporary ground
Moving without motion
Screaming without sound
Across an open ocean
Lying there
On temporary ground
The old explorers had it easy
They discovered nothing new
But returned on home with answers
Of sad existence clues
All the creatures have it hard now
Nothing but God is left to know
And why he left us all here hanging
With an illusion of a home
Moving without motion
Screaming without sound
Across an open ocean
Lying there
On temporary ground
Moving without motion
Screaming without sound
Across an open ocean
Lying there
On temporary ground
Moving without motion
Screaming without sound
Across an open ocean
Lying there
On temporary ground
