Chris Sohre, Chad Quist, Michael Moore (musician) - Prelude / Raja lyrics
[Chris Sohre, Chad Quist, Michael Moore musician - Prelude / Raja lyrics]
There she goes quietly intense
Fall in for the moment it's where it's at
Following the rhythm of circumstance
She dives into the next scene
Of what the day decides to bring
If she could, she would be here now
Well, what would she say?
I might be high strung, I might be Zen
I might be something that
You'll never meet again
But though you feel compassion
You just stare a long cool mile
Wild imagination
Drive this fascination
To the edge no regrets
Just a pat on the back
And a voice in your head saying -
Listen, what can you do
When it all boils down to the moment of truth
And you can't go back to
The time that you were
Treading lightly she dares
From the top of the stairs
Take a cue from the one who falls down
Just a smile from the aisle
On the way to begin a new life, a new friend
She says: Listen, I got a secret
Yeah, It all comes down to
The way that you move
And the way that you choose in the challenge
You lose only one or the other
In the decision
Ball of fire touch of velvet
In the patterns of the desert
In this palette taken from her silken armor
She's going home
Fall in for the moment it's where it's at
Following the rhythm of circumstance
She dives into the next scene
Of what the day decides to bring
If she could, she would be here now
Well, what would she say?
I might be high strung, I might be Zen
I might be something that
You'll never meet again
But though you feel compassion
You just stare a long cool mile
Wild imagination
Drive this fascination
To the edge no regrets
Just a pat on the back
And a voice in your head saying -
Listen, what can you do
When it all boils down to the moment of truth
And you can't go back to
The time that you were
Treading lightly she dares
From the top of the stairs
Take a cue from the one who falls down
Just a smile from the aisle
On the way to begin a new life, a new friend
She says: Listen, I got a secret
Yeah, It all comes down to
The way that you move
And the way that you choose in the challenge
You lose only one or the other
In the decision
Ball of fire touch of velvet
In the patterns of the desert
In this palette taken from her silken armor
She's going home