Up there 

There's a ball of fire 

Some call it the spirit 

Some call it the sun 

Its energies are not for hire 

It serves man / It serves everyone 

Down there where Jonah wails 

in the healing water 

in the ready depths 

Twisting like silver swans 

No line of death no boundaries 



Up there 

The eye is hollow / The eye is winking 

The winds ablaze / Angels howling 

The sphinx awakens / But what can she say 

You'd be amazed 



Down there 

Your days are numbers 

Nothing to fear 

There will be trumpets 

There will be silence 

In the end the end 

Will be here just here 



Ahh the borders of heaven 

Are zipped up tight tonight 

The abstract streets 

The lights like some switched on Mondrian 

Cats like us are obsolete 

Hey Man don't breathe on my feet 

Thieves, poets we're inside out 

And everybody's a soldier 

Angels howl at those abstract lights 

And the borders of heaven 

Are zipped up tight tonight 



Up there 

There's a ball of fire 

Some call it the spirit 

Some call it the sun 

Its energies are not for hire 

It serves man / It serves everyone 

The air we breathe 

The flame of wisdom 

The earth we grind 

The beckoning sea 

It's no mystery / Not sentimental 

Ahh the equation / It's all elemental 



The world is restless 

Heaven in flux / Angels appear 

From the bright storm 

Out of the shadows 

Up there, down there 

But what can we say 

Man's been forewarned 



All communion is not holy 

Even those that fall 

They can prophet understanding 

It's all for man / It's for everyone 

It's up there, down there 

Everywhere / Everywhere 

Time for communion / Time for communion 

Talking communion ...