Solar Ascendant

(oooh-la-la) (aaah-aaah) Floating in a timeless frame

We are shifting like a summer rain (yeah) Every thought is slipping

out of view Underneath the sky of gold and blue

Is this intuitive design?

Tracing patterns in the sand and time (ahhh) Heavy base is holding

down the floor

Angels singing at the open door

We don't need to ask them why Watching clouds drift across the

heavy sky

(oooh) We are echoes of a wider space Finding comfort in this

fleeting place

Is this intuitive design?

Tracing patterns in the sand and time (ahhh) Heavy base is holding

down the floor

Angels singing at the open door

Lost inside the summer wave (sublime) (aaah-aaah-aaah)