There is a form, a creation, a ball
It was born from the essence of time
It is the orb, it is one, it is all
You can't see but it's all
laid out
Let me show you
When there was light, lighted to red
When there was thought,
there was momentum
There was a child born unto man
There was a woman
in the bedroom
Then there was voice leading to song
When there was song,
Long communication
Stories of greed and love and war
And of the happy ever after
Where there was sight,
we saw the future
Beautiful cities made of gold
There was a clock that
counted seconds
And it went tick, tick, tick
There is a ball, the creation of all,
that was born from the essence of time.
Each is the orb, it is one, it is all, you can't see,
but it's all lay -bound.
Let me show you.
There is a law, the creation,
the law that was born from the essence of time
It is the art, it is one, it is all,
you can't see but it's all laid out
Let me show you
You