"Peace Math"

Sweet black lips of fire
Cooled in mountain breeze
She's a satin seeker
Child of summer trees

And there is a world beside it
And there is a path – go find it

We are all dreams she dreams once
And forgets
We are all time that's running out
When she regrets
Being born to this path
Being born to this world
It's math

Vast blue skies of pleasure
Sunrise pure of pain
To unaccustomed eyes
To streets of summer rain

And there is a dream beside it
And there is still time – go find it

We are all tears she collects
We are all pearls she neglects
We are all rejects of string
On continental winds
Time to get rid of words
Time to get rid of ideas
It's peace