Climb those stairs and point at the eye
We transcend from within
Pay not in gold, but in kind
Nothing you owe if the giving's right
Nothing you owe if the giving's right
Spell whispering in animal skins
Think of the shells that we hid
Killing and eating all throughout time
Spun is our world and history rhymes
Spun is our world and history rhymes
Notice that pain is something you miss
Such is this life, trouble insists
In darkness or light there is the seed of a song
When in that shine, lay there long
When in that shine, lay there long
When in that shine, lay there long