From the recording Moving Pictures
Lyrics
eyond earth, sky, there lies something much more
You arrived and painted us these doors
Behold, the architect
Cathedrals and rosettes
The mind does pirouettes
Then knows true rest
Before these colors four directions fall
A bridge from here to the ethereal
The mind floats into space
A vast and holy space
To the birth of form and shape
The potters wheel, the maker's clay
Beyond expression beckons a threshold
The complex and sublime in red and gold