Teksty: The Helio Sequence. Broken Afternoon.

sometimes you feel like a shame or like a ruse
a half cooked idea or a trick to be used
then sometimes you feel so lowly haunted and stark
waving in the wind like a flag that's torn apart
but we all walk blindy when we stagger and we strut
and we're all dealt the hands with the cards of our luck
and we all bow down silent and the words are awe struck
by the shameless light of the broken afternoon

i went walking in the night all alone
darkness seeping slowly in my flesh and in my bone
and the solitary biting at the thoughts inside my head
and the words came slowly and the unborn dream said
that we all lose the path to the black and the blue
but we are come back slackly to the tried and the true
we'll all come together, though it's never too soon
we'll all see the light, of the broken afternoon

in the scientific evening jesus left too soon
trading his last dollar for a dirty motel room
cause he gave all of his riches before he knew what he had
money isn't evil and people aren't bad
now we all just descend out to the mud and the dirt
and we all go insane from the pain and the hurt
and all of us are swayed by the hungry pale moon
and we'll all wake up clear from the broken afternoon

i used to be young but i'm not old now
the shimmering passing of you scotty pal?
the path to now or never is paved with ambition plain
as a sail in the wind or an empty garden space
and we all till and toil in the slowly rising dawn
and we're all fit to fail til the future's finally won
yeah we're all faintly waiting for the young bride to bloom
in the shuttering light of the broken afternoon