Peter Murphy
Create And Melt
It isn't a dream, you only heard yourself
The means of your life, create and melt
In front of you, beneath closed lids
The path to freedom, Nirvana, here sits
Here sits... here sits... here sits
Nirvana calls from behind the wall
The wall that you built, with you will fall
If not for trust with infected hands
The secret shore will come, come to hand
Here sits... here sits... here sits
Plant your tree of hidden dreams
Beneath your fears that burst the seams
The consumate growth will break your bones
Become a tree, become a tree, secure, alone
Here sits... here sits... here sits
Pluck out the roots of buried truth
Ride the bean that passes through
The consumate growth will break your bones
Become a tree, secure, alone
Become a tree, secure, alone
Become a tree, secure, alone