Balancing dreams and responsible things, across levels of seeing and knowing,
Sometimes losing ourselves in the shadows of earth for a while,
Where it seems complicated to live in the truth, spirit love gets displaced by tradition,
Until feeling the joy of its sacrifice forming our smile,
“And I never get tired of hearing it,” so don’t change your style;
Holding on when we can to the glimpses and glimmers, to the passion alive deep within us,
As the crazy world plays picture perfect to pose and pretend,
Going straight through the motions they want us to see, putting on a performance convincing,
Faking life for the sake of appearance ’til darkness descends,
“And I never get tired of hearing it,” speak my tears on the wind;
Raising us up to the highest of places, pushing ego illusion down under,
Helping love find a way to survive and then letting it grow,
Distinguishing us from mistakes in our past, putting love in priority places,
Only good things could come from the reaches of what we both know;
“And I never get tired of hearing it,” shines your soft amber glow;
Engrave on my mind and tattoo on my chest, demarcations of men and of angels,
So the heart-centered love of our spirits can rise and be free,
No more guilt or remorse from the mind-fucking madness, no more making the stars less than human,
Here’s to feeling the bliss of good loving for you and for me,
“And I never get tired of hearing it,” shine your eyes can’t you see;
Balancing dreams and responsible things, across levels of seeing and knowing,
Sometimes losing ourselves in the shadows of earth for a while,
Where it seems complicated to live in the truth, spirit love gets displaced by tradition,
Until feeling the joy of its sacrifice forming our smile,
“And I never get tired of hearing it,” so don’t change your style;
“And I never get tired of hearing it,” so don’t change your style.
