There is a place, a time and a space
No one can trace, that no one can trace
Somewhere a hill, where things are still
Just rain water spill, just rain water spill
Sleep in a dream of butter milk cream
You dance on a beam, dancing on a beam
Save me from this shallow land,
Take me out of temper's hand
Drag me from the burning sand,
Show me those that understand
Save me from this shallow land,
Take me out of temper's hand
Drag me from this burning sand,
Show me those that understand
Rest in a shade, no sound his made
Where silence is played, sound of silence played

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