Rory Faithfield: Music

Beneath the surface of this ocean
And the stars that you can see
Waves of infinite motion
All that was or will be

Beyond all recognition
And the voice of superstition
Get ready, hold steady...

As you rearrange the words to those songs you sing
And the pictures in your mind
Walls will fall, bells will ring
Word for word, kind for kind

Beyond all recognition
And the voice of superstition
Get ready, hold steady
And assume the position
Just assume the position

Reach up and out
With open arms into the sky
And close your eyes
As it all passes you by
Into a new world soft as clay
It seemed like concrete yesterday

Beyond all recognition
And the voice of superstition
Get ready, hold steady
Assume the position

Get ready, hold steady
And just let it go
Let it go