The Cave

the sweet fragrance of sweat

that perfume couldn't cover up

speaks to me in a language of its own

but we don't sleep in beds of stone

your rationality is nothing in the cave

this time science lost to mythology

there are ancient secrets painted on walls

that we will never know

but what use is it to write of things long lost?

there are ancient secrets painted on the walls

of the caves that we once slept in

the sweet fragrance of sweat

that perfume couldn't cover up

speaks to me in a language of it's own

one day all this will be over

we'll fly like dragons in the wind

and sleep by the fire in the cave

if we can find our way there