The Nevershining Stones

Here I am; can you feel me breathing

In the rhythm of the world I´m in...

Here I am; can you feel me breathing

In the rhythm of the world I´m in

Reaching out I caress the trees

While the sun revolves above me

The air is so rich I can almost drink it

Dance like a fay twixt tree and stream so cold

The true philosopher´s stones

Never shall turn nothing into gold

Now they tell me I must lay me down

Once more they´ll lock the door

But of leaves of green my pillow is

And free I´ll disappear in the thicket

The true philosopher´s stones

Never shall turn nothing into gold

I´m awoken in the woods

I´m searching for the nevershining stones

And the man in white says I can´t hear the birds singing

I´m awoken in the woods

I´m closer to the everlasting truth

And the man in white says I can´t hear them

The wealth of mine is not like thine of gold shining

Tree and leaf my treasures are

Living like me, and dying

I´m awoken in the woods...

Now I´m here; behind rubber walls

And they tell me my forest never was at all

Not in a thousand years

Was it the drugs they gave to calm me

Or something into my mind through generations fed

And if it´s all gone; only a collective memory

Are we then dead

Is this the kingdom of the mad