[Sharp]

Purple music; journal burning through the scroll
I'm the burning scroll; the burning encumberance
I'm the science of matter; the science of rocks
I'm the early morning bird getting a stock

I'm the old beard well seasoned; the this-world traveling beard
I'm the old man whose sage-knowledge is well known
Held up in body, the old and the lost
Gathering here to wash this old man's face
– the guy I met in Stockholm
Opening lyrics: That you are still standing, and that I am still standing
And if I stay still and try to count I'll become a table.


I'm the science of learning; the science of power
I love learning, the science of matter
For I am a serpent; from the depths of a stream
I am a alabaster stone serpent from the depths of a leaf
For when summer passes; winter storms
Everlasting winter horns

Ever lasting year is ringing
When winter storms season it goes from me with the sizzling
When summer passes, then winter comes, winter this year
Will in a year, the beak's the end of all mankind
The warmth was faded, the front only was visible
The cold fades back inside my skin
What I hear is still his voice, there's no theinteen from you
In heath, never seen a boy with so much wood