Letras
Moonrise from the sea
Deep red but I can't film that
Assembly of shells are chattering
Along the ebbing tide
Palm leafs ruffle soft and
Gentle with the south wind
We gather for a drink
And a woman reads the bottom of your cup
Fortune telling in the evening
Promising day breaks at dawn
A monk in black attire
Points to the sky for healing
Then he takes us to a gift shop
Of a monastery carved out of a hill
You are looking from a distance
And tell me to believe in this
When a man mishears my sun sign
And curses all the Leos in his life
Fortune telling in the evening
Wide eyed we are all ears
Presentimental about our plans in the morning light
Meditate like monks
In the desert of your silence
Drive along the Nile
Praying with the Ibis
This is what you came for
Ritual and reason
Divination road
A memory of freedom
Meditate like monks
In the desert of your silence
Drive along the Nile
Praying with the Ibis
This is what you came for
Ritual and reason
Divination road
A memory of freedom
Freedom, yeah