Pagan Trance

Hey!

They’re on their way to a higher place

Lightly dressed with undisputed grace

Statues of flesh animated with light

They tend to show what they want to hide



They caress the air with every move they make

Graceful and reverent they give, they don’t fake

They’re like poems to the splendour of creation

Barefoot they go in charming procession



Their legs, their hips, their breasts, their necks

The sun, the air, the water and earth

Their arms, their hands, their hair, their backs

The sun, the air, the water and earth



With flowers in their hair like a crown of noon

They’re offering their all to the sun, to the moon

One follows the other while the first follow the last

They’re living the moment with no future or past



Their legs, their hips, their breasts, their necks

The sun, the air, the water and earth

Their arms, their hands, their hair, their backs

The sun, the air, the water and earth (x2)



While rooted in the ground they’re floating in the air

Enigmatic and sensual, they let nature have her share



They are here but they don’t belong



Talking in riddles without moving their lips

They’re forming a chain with ever open links



Hey!

Their legs, their hips, their breasts, their necks

The sun, the air, the water and earth

Their arms, their hands, their hair, their backs

The sun, the air, the water and earth



The sun, the air, the water and earth