Story Behind The Song
									Based on poem about the truest of revolutions
																
																	Song Description
									Song about the evolution of consciousness on earth and the power of transformation from the inside out
								 								
								
								
									
										
											
											
																							| Song Length | 
												4:34 | 
																								Genre | 
												Electronic - Trip Hop, Electronic - Downbeat | 
																									
																								| Tempo | 
												Medium Slow (91 - 110) | 
																								Lead Vocal | 
												Female Vocal | 
																									
																								| Mood | 
												 Serene,  Peaceful | 
																								Subject | 
												 Liberal, Progressive,  Universe | 
																									
																								| Similar Artists | 
												Bjork, Moby | 
																								Language | 
												English | 
																									
																								| Era | 
												2000 and later | 
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																Lyrics
								
									back in the times when the earth was still
when one could hear a drop of rain
against sheets of silence
before the rumbling noise of
trains airplanes machines
prayer was a clear word
uttered in deafening silence
casted deep through the stuff
the divine is made of
the weight of which never felt more delicious
unhindered
earth and sky 
merging
now we're stretched beyond our limits
the buds that we are 
in perpetual changes
programmed to the brim
who's gonna know it all 
but the one who watches?
now we're stretched like trees
outreaching rooted
because it's the nature of suns
to shine through layers of darkness
revolutions that will endure
can only be meditated
who's gonna know it all but the one who watches?
some moontimes 
bear me so
i catch 
indescribable 
sadness
a tremor in my womb 
creeps in like from 
deep space
foreboding 
dark visions 
of man's bad way to live
aching from the slumber 
i look hard for tears
for a gate 
alone
with my trust  
in the thing of life
the breathing
revolutions that will endure
can only be meditated