Little by little the night turns around
Counting the leaves which tremble in the dawn
Notices leaning on each other and yearning
Under the leaves the swallow is resting

Set the controls for the heart of the sun

On to the mountain watching the Watcher
Breaking the darkness, breaking the grapevine
The moment your flaw is run to your shadow
Notice the shadow that reopens the vine

Set the controls for the heart of the sun
Heart of the sun

To be continued...