Patti Smith - It Takes Time текст песни

No equation

To explain the division of the senses

No sound to reflect

The radiance of time

In the beginningest dream

Halls of disorder

Where we are swept to encircle dawn

Strapped in a low car

Racing thru silence

Trumpeting bliss

You could kiss the world

Goodbye

Standing outside the courthouse

In the rain

Seemed like a lost soul

From the chapel of dreams

With a handful of images

Faces of children

Phases of the moon

One little thing you get wrong

Changes the dimensions

Streets, swept memory

Diffused and lost

Like a prayer in the sun

Sometimes you cant tell

Whether youre waking up

Or going to sleep

Spiralling

Unnumbered streets

All the games cannot be yours

All the sights, the treasures of the eye

Does the divided soul remain the same?

No equation to explain

Destinys hand

Moved, by love

Drawn by the whispering shadows

Into the mathematics

Of our desire