Desert's Edge (Remastered)

Here I am out on the desert's edge
A sea of sand and I'm recalling friends
Who'd laughed and sang
Don't seem so long ago
They knew their end
We thought we had a cause

Time was nothing but a figure of speech
It was always there but always out of reach
We clapped hands and we sang
And our minds they rang
Psilocyban-ites

Walking down the beach

Walking down the beach

Shrieking birds upon a purple sky and simple words
Together you and I and thoughts were heard
Upon your breath a sigh and love was there
Disguised as apple pie

Older by far than our years
Seeing the waves breaking on our ears
We danced for joy everyone of us girls and boys
Like the Astronauts

Dancing into space

Time was nothing but a figure of speech
But it was always there but always out of reach
We clapped hands we sang and our minds they rang
Psilocybin-ites

Stepping into space

Dancing off our face

Off our face yeah yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Alexander Boyd
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