In the air the angels play the songs from an age of awe
The lyrics are written as great art making the wall
He whispers soft words and peace flows from his lips.
She gently strolls down the path as harmony rolls off her hips.
In a place filled with consciousness and peaceful absolutes.
In their mouths they taste the juice of the sanctified fruits.
The fruits glisten as pure water gives them their richness
Young lovers taste in it innocence and original sweetness
The fruit’s bodies are as strong as the sunlight from which they grow.
It is their life, the only thing they know.
God gave us Eden and we fell.
If we get back to Eden, will we dissolve from this hell?