Текст Jon Anderson – Listening With Me

Seems like we opened the door
To the earth and it’s song
More than the angels we hear
More than imagination we sing

So how we to forget the making of the mystic world
And how we to forget the making of the perfect life

That that is… that that is
So full of dreams and confusion the writer would listen
I see it all in the rhythm of time

Time time time heals real life
And the scars that descend upon you
And how we true forget the making of the perfect life

That that is… that that is
So full of dreams and forever the writer would listen
I see it all in the rhythm of time

There are doors to help you discover
There are doors to help you decide
There are doors to heavenly changes
There are doors they are open wide
I see it all in the rhythm of time