Madhuvan

Always almost there
That ledge is the only thing I ever see
Born in the heat to keep it always out of my reach
Grab on a hold each treasure while you go
Before they turn to sand, this man is all alone

A haze, what a storm, what a maze
Which one, which one, which one's the way
Lost, lost his trust
Now roams the barren dunes
Bones continue to rust

Up and down, up and down
Up and down, up and down
Up and down, up and down
Up and down, up and down
We go

Always almost there

That ledge is the only thing I ever see
One, so hollow from that shadow over me
Boundless above, my ancient holds it closed
When over, still closer than I ever know

Well if I had it all
If I had it all
What life would leave me satisfied

All of this gold
All of this gold
It don't weigh enough to make this life whole

Shelter
Something felt for sure
Molten beads of his lotus feet
Dangle by his belt
Pure
Pure
Pure
Bhagavatam, dhruva, madhuvan
Deep into the forest he will go
No more demon roars, oh

That ledge is the only thing I ever see
Born in the heat to keep it always out of my reach
Grab on ahold of each treasure while you go
Before they turn to sand this man is all alone

Well if I had it all
If I had it all
What life would leave me satisfied
All of this gold
All of this gold
It don't weigh enough to make this life whole