Testo Delta

Waking
Stream of consciousness
On a sleeping
Street of dreams

Thoughts
Like scattered leaves
Slowed in midfall Into the streams

Of fast running rivers
Of choice and chance
And time stops here on the delta
While they dance, while they dance Mmm, mmm ...

I love the child
Who steers this riverboat
But lately he's crazy
For the deep

And the river seems dreamlike
In the daytime
And someone keeps thinking In my sleep

Of fast running rivers
Of choice and chance
And It seems as if time stops here on the delta (Time stops here on the delta)
While they dance, while they dance, while they dance ... mmm ... do, do, do ...