CORD OF LIFE:
A man conceived a moment's answers to the dream
staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes
As a foundation left to create the spiral aim
A movement regained and regarded both the same,
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.
Changed only for a sight of sound, the space agreed.
Between the picture of time behind the face of need,
coming quickly to terms of all expression laid, emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
all complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.

Oh,
coins and crosses
(Turn round tailor, assaulting
never know their fruitless worth
(all the mornings of the interest
shown, presenting one another
to the cord
cords are broken,
(all left dying, rediscovered of
the door that turned round,
locked inside the mother earth.
(to close the cover, all the
interest shown,
They won't hide, hold, they won't tell you,
(to turn to one another, to the
sign at the time float your
climb.)
watching the world, watching all of the world,
watching us go by.

And you and I climb over the sea to the valley,
and you and I reach out for reasons to
call

ECLIPSE:
Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid,
emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
as a movement regained and regarded both the same,
all complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.

THE PREACHER THE TEACHER:
Sad preacher nailed upon the coloured door of time;
insane teacher be there reminded of the rhyme.
There'll be no mutant enemy we shall certify;
political ends, as sad remains, will die.
Reach out as forward tastes begin to enter you.
Ooh, ooh,
I listened hard but could not see
life tempo change out and inside me.
The preacher trained in all to lose his name;
the teacher travels, asking to be shown the same.
In the end we'll agree, we'll accept, we'll immortalise
that the truth of the man maturing in his eyes,
all complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.

Coming quickly to terms of all expressions laid,
as a moment regained and regarded both the same,
emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
a clearer future, morning, evening,
nights with you.

APOCALYPSE:
And you and I climb, crossing the shapes of the morning.
And you and I reach over the sun for the river.
And you and I climb, clearer, towards the movement,
And you and I called over valleys of endless seas.

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lyrics added: 2003-12-29
notes: Jon Anderson, Bill Bruford, Steve Howe and Chris Squire

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