Electric Groove Canvas

(oooh) Holding the crown of the old pine grove

Underneath skies where the galaxies rove

Golden glass hanging from branches of green

Step in the quietest place you have seen

We are the dreamers who walk in the night

Guiding the woods with a flickering light

Stories of emerald and deep ancient gold

Time is a circle that turns in the

sky

Rest now, under the dome (mmmmm)