Notice how the air it clears
In a city like a museum
That hosts the sun and moon
As they melt the road, the well worn road
It must have been a morning like this
When Gallileo looked into infinity
From within and without
Notice how the air it clears
In a city like a museum
That hosts the sun and moon
As they melt the road, the well worn road
It must have been a morning like this
When Gallileo looked into infinity
From within and without