Electric Leaves - Kaipa

Deadly silence in the tunnel

Like the pitch-black bottom of a stream

Nubian swimmer, lost for words,

A flexing mountain ghost in a dream

Fighting madly to reach the banks

Now holding on to all that seems real

Feel the branches leaning out

On overhanging trees

The flood passing the

Tide of events on their way

The distant sound like from electric leaves

They’re burning high upon a hill

Embrace the early frozen spring

While all the stars are chucking down their spears

Into the soundtrack of our lives

Floating sideways down the stream

Preparing for the final goodbye

Feeling naked, lost and lonely

With all your prayers being denied

Then you’ll hear the roaring thunder

Of the fire mountain beneath

Find a way out of the darkness

To the spirits of the valleys and the

Tide of events…

Sound like from electric leaves

The distant sound like from electric leaves

They’re burning high upon a hill

Embrace the early frozen spring

While all the stars are chucking down their spears

Into the soundtrack of our lives

Into the soundtrack of our lives

Copyright Kaipa, 2005