Traveler John Lyrics - Singles - They Dwell Beneath The Temples

be in the beauty of being 

dwell on the morrow to rob the beauty of seeing 

onto future in computers, we blast up the past 

the now is completing 

we've found and accepted the greetings 

from the guardians who gather in meetings 

more than ever competing 

when the power is fleeting 

satellite passerby 

in the temple of the sky 

rain down cognition 

reflecting all sides 

I stand still to bring about my own 

my very own 

I stand still to bring about my own 

on a wobbly wagon pulled by a confused mule 

the ground I stand on pulled by a confused mule 

be in the beauty of being 

dwell on the morrow to rob the beauty of seeing 

onto future in computers, we blast from the past 

the now is completing 

we've found and accepted the greetings 

you've got what you asked for