Gray Lines Of Perfection Tune In
There's a storm off the sea
And the waves come crashing in
There's a chill in the air
But you're neither here nor there
There's a sound in the trees
As the day dims into night
There's a fire among the dark
And it's lending your shadows spark
Do you yearn for the highest of heights
Will you stare at the brightest of lights
Will you climb these mountains
Or will you shake from the vibrations
Do you hear the voice of heavens
Resonating between and over everything
Can you hear all creation singing
Do you see all creation reaching
Will you leave for the great beyond
Before hearing all creation's songs
"I love to think of nature
As an unlimited broadcasting station,
Through which God speaks
To us every hour,
If we will only tune in"
