They've been waiting, Oh yes waiting
Waiting for a sign.
Searching, ever searching
Searching for the sublime.
And the drowsy water episodes
Cascading from ancient skies
Suckling lifes eternal evolution.
You can reach for the sky,
But don't touch the Gods.
You can touch the sky,
But don't touch the Gods.

The reproductive blush that seduces
As the stormy night produces,
The flood of sustaining milk-blood.
You can feel the sky,
But don't touch the Gods.
You can carress the sky,
But don't touch the Gods.

Nomadic aliens, prophetic priests
All-powerful, All-knowing,
All-seeing,
We expect it all.
There's a dance in the village tonight,
A worship of wine and fertility.
Naked twirlings, erotic swirlings,
It's the Festival of the Ass.
Seek the light within us all,
But don't touch the Gods.
Attempt to understand it all,
But don't touch the Gods.

Cast off the damnation of wondering.
Feel the freedom that of spiritual nakedness.
Align yourself with the celestial rhythm,
Feel the freedom that acceptance brings.
You can merge with the sky,
But don't touch the Gods.
You can know the everlasting truth,
But don't touch the Gods.
You can ponder the immortality of a star,
But don't touch the Gods.

Is existence not enough???