To a Reason
Your finger strikes the drum
Dispersing all its sounds
And new harmony begins

Your step is the rise of new men
Their setting out

Your turn away your head:
New Love!
You turn your head again:
New Love!

"Alter our fates, destroy our plagues
Beginning with Time,"
Sing the children
They beg of you:
"Make out of anything
The stuff of our fortunes and desires."

Come from always
You will go away
Everywhere