The sun setting on the wicked wind, He smiles
I can hear the cries from up above
The blinding light from the glaring sun, streaks across the sky
I can feel the dancing waves, As the water hits my eye
The stinging of the water and the sun shining bright
soothes my nerves as I can feel, I’m coming back to life
If we touch the sky, are we gonna die
If we touch the sky, are we gonna fly
If we touch the sky, are we gonna die
If we touch the sky.
The sun setting on the wicked wind, He smiles
I can hear the cries from up above
The pleasant breeze from the silent sea, Puts me at ease
But I can’t wait for solid ground, it seems like a dream,
What’s the point of all this madness, Is this really worth,
If I’d died would I have got, some peace of mind.
If we touch the sky, are we gonna die
If we touch the sky, are we gonna fly
If we touch the sky, are we gonna die
If we touch the sky.
The sun setting on the wicked wind, He smiles
I can hear the cries from up above
As the moon climbs up above, I spot my company
The old one’s drunk, he’s the guide, the other a childhood friend
The guide is here just for kicks, the other ambitious
What am I doing here, I'm going insane………
supported by 10 fans who also own “Trauma of the Sea”
Allow me to copy Pagan Altar's third album title to describe not only III:Pentecost but the whole discography of Wytch Hazel so far: well, yes, it's Magical and Mythical!!! A must-have for the lovers of 70's hard sound revival. BoneWalker