Esoterica

Esoterica Lyrics

With the wind the willow tree 
Reminds me how I long to be 
Every sound a mystery
That calls us out upon our mystic trip 
On our mystic trip
 
And when it comes to luck, you're on side
Our wandering soul is where it hides
 
All around, the ground below 
We float on cries until we're close 
On our mystic trip
 
And when it comes to change, the drear shies 
We travel through romancing skies
 
Beyond fields of caring now 
Where circumstance will show us how
 
Further than a hope can see into the world
Of wish set free 
On our mystic trip
 (On our mystic trip)

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