Paradise
Summertime came too soon,
summers in Kansas often do.
And the air was still,
I felt the Pull.
I recall the heat rising from the ground in a way.
And I knew I was the first to pass this way.
I believe I step across some line,
or I stumble through the doorway in space and time,
like a drunk who blacks out from the wine,
never remembers his name.
Always feel so alone,
wherever I am I feel the pull,
and the life I've left behind the pull.
And in case I have no future, I've got the past
there's no telling just how long this play will l
summers in Kansas often do.
And the air was still,
I felt the Pull.
I recall the heat rising from the ground in a way.
And I knew I was the first to pass this way.
I believe I step across some line,
or I stumble through the doorway in space and time,
like a drunk who blacks out from the wine,
never remembers his name.
Always feel so alone,
wherever I am I feel the pull,
and the life I've left behind the pull.
And in case I have no future, I've got the past
there's no telling just how long this play will l
Sól
Þú átt að svitna meðan ég syng
sviti þinn drjúpandi rigning
Regnið fellur mig á
vökvar þorstans þrá
Þú átt að birtast þegar ég syng
augljós auðsýnd hrifning
takturinn ákvarðar þinn gang
beygir þig undir mitt umfang
Ég stjórna þvÃÂ
hvert þú ferð
hvað þú sérð
Ég stjórna þvÃÂ
hvað er gert
hver þú ert
Guðirnir gráta þegar ég syng
grenjandi þreyta sitt þing
Hlusta á mig ein og þú
sannfæra sÃÂna trú