Teksty: Trey Anastasio. In Spirals.

And the future's ten times
Full of silence
If only I could see
Sweet, sweet peace
Descending

On the sea, sun rising
Hands clasping
Kick slowly at the air
Sweet, sweet peace
On these crumpled sheets
Descending

Those golden times remembered
On highways disappearing
Against the sky blue backdrop
And rooms of brown and silver
We struggled the water

And the past is receding
In spirals
If only I could see
Sweet, sweet peace
In memories like these
The sweeter peace in mind
The sweeter peace in mind
The sweeter peace in mind
The sweeter peace in mind