Counting the red bricks in a house wall
Searching for a pattern within the whole
Can I step on the cracks in the floor?
Does it mean that I won't fall?
What about the cracks I can't see at all?
I see migrating birds in clear blue heights
I'm observing raptly the pattern of flight
If you scale the big pic down to size
You'll find that it mirrors our small lives
Switch your head receiver on and you can see the signs
A message from the universe,
They're really there all the time
Winter is a journey underground
Of facing emptiness and doing without
Learning patience and inward sight
Keep the daylight dream alive
Watching through the long dark night
Spring is the dawn and the birth of light
Of waking after the long dark wait
Confirmation and progress seen
Of growing things, fresh and clean
Switch your head receiver on and you can see the signs
Just a question of belief, they're really there all the time
Multi level operate, just listen for a sound
A Message from the universe, they're really lying around