Elusive Ones Lyrics

They're lovers again
The sun is the moon: an amalgam
Their gold and silver melt together
This is the season of the dead branch, the green branch, of the same branch
The cynic bites his finger because he can't understand
The cynic bites his finger
Nightmares fill with light like the holiday
Men and angels speak one language
The elusive ones finally meet
The essence of evolving forms will run to meet each other like children

Good and evil, dead and alive
Everything blooms from one natural stem
Good and evil, dead and alive
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They're lovers again