There is a place, a time and a space
No one can trace, that no one can trace

Somewhere a hill where things are still
Just rainwater spill, just rainwaters spill

Sleep in a dream of butter milk cream
You dance on a beam, dancing on a beam

Save me from this shallow land
Take me out of temper's hand
Drag me from this burning sand
Show me those that understand

Rest in a shade, no sound is made
Where silence is played, sound of silence played