Like a sun-ripe pear
Like blood, like a peach
Like invisible fruit
On a branch beyond reach

When cherries ripen
From scarlet to green
And the tree in the seed
Is too small to be seen

Where the primal tone
Before time began
Stuck like a bone
In the throat of man

What are the flavors of infinite space?
Tell me with music, how does it taste?
My eye is a comet
My hand's a drum
From time beyond rеason
Music has come

How many
Planets
Moons
How many
Planets
Moons

How many planеts
How many moons
How many stars
Each sing the same tune

How many planets
How many moons
How many stars
Each sing the same tune