Текст песни Steve Kilbey - Random Pan
Steve Kilbey - Random Pan слова песни
Good times are acomingWell I saw it in a visionI heard it in evangelists sighsDown beyond the stationYonder lies salvationIn the afternoons and the skiesA child has been bornWho can converse with the cornWho has access to the sadness of the treesDecipher the cicadasWhen his legs will take him fartherHell be fed royal jelly from the beesRandom panThey say the spirits manifestingAnd the eagles have been nestingAnd the river is catering to the fishAside a waving sea of reedsWhere the sacred swans will feedProvidence provides you with a wishAnd you wish to understandAnd you look down at your handsAnd your fingers are all feathered and divineIf you fade into the darknessOr the softness and the starknessAs the manna drains into your mind