Come along with us,
Tourists on an omnibus,
Sit beside great might-have-beens,
Explorers of the cosmic trick,
Jewels of heavenly magic in violent, starry galleries,
Caught in infinite instant,
Forgiven of all dragons.
In my mind I've found that the more I've found, the less I find,
Love's not blind, but bound, and the more it's bound, the less it's blind.
Lucid is the traveler in childlike monotony,
In the grandest theatre of decorated beauty.
In my mind I've found that the more I've found, the less I find,
Love's not blind, but bound, and the more it's bound, the less it's blind.
Come along with us,
Tourists on an omnibus,
And...
In my mind I've found that the more I've found, the less I find,
Love's not blind, but bound, and the more it's bound, the less it's blind,
Love's not blind, but bound, and the more it's bound, the less it's blind.
