Two bodies
Both descendants of the sun
One male one female forged to be as one
In a divine tragedy
In an eternity of time the split was done
A joke on us all who search for that one
Through untold ages this travesty unfolds
Through irruptions of time we catch a glimmer of our other selves
Hearing the angels laughter as they watch us on our quest
Their ears deaf to our prayers as they flip their universal coin
Heads or tails which will it be
Who will lead this merry chase to capture their souls reflection
We are all players in the cosmic game of souls
Pawns in the arena of life
Through term ole and strife our visions become unclear
We become blind to that which we seek
That feeling of oneness that was denied us in the eons of time
Our future uncertain
Our lives sold out on a game of chance
Happiness hanging on a wing and a prayer
Is it a toss of the dice which declares who we meet?
Is it the luck the of draw against a stacked deck?
Is it a bet on who our souls speak to?
A very romantic notion to some
Do we have a soul-mate out there roaming alone?
How do we know when we find them?
Does anyone know the true language of the soul?
Of course we do
It's that quiet lament
That haunting hurt
That soft strangling cry from deep within
That crushing blow at your core
That little silence of death
When one soul sees and the other one's blind
The odds astronomical that we meet the one
Sometimes we do pull a winning hand
We roll the dice and they land in our favor
We cheat the angels at their game of chance
when we find that mirror image of our true selves
the cadence of the soul's language changes
It becomes a sweet rush of fire
It's the brush of a butterfly's wing
It's water rushing through a stream
It's like rain drops, and sunlight
It's stardust on a clear night
Yes we know the language of the soul
It's that quiet unknown whisper
Spoken from soul to soul
Both descendants of the sun
One male one female forged to be as one
In a divine tragedy
In an eternity of time the split was done
A joke on us all who search for that one
Through untold ages this travesty unfolds
Through irruptions of time we catch a glimmer of our other selves
Hearing the angels laughter as they watch us on our quest
Their ears deaf to our prayers as they flip their universal coin
Heads or tails which will it be
Who will lead this merry chase to capture their souls reflection
We are all players in the cosmic game of souls
Pawns in the arena of life
Through term ole and strife our visions become unclear
We become blind to that which we seek
That feeling of oneness that was denied us in the eons of time
Our future uncertain
Our lives sold out on a game of chance
Happiness hanging on a wing and a prayer
Is it a toss of the dice which declares who we meet?
Is it the luck the of draw against a stacked deck?
Is it a bet on who our souls speak to?
A very romantic notion to some
Do we have a soul-mate out there roaming alone?
How do we know when we find them?
Does anyone know the true language of the soul?
Of course we do
It's that quiet lament
That haunting hurt
That soft strangling cry from deep within
That crushing blow at your core
That little silence of death
When one soul sees and the other one's blind
The odds astronomical that we meet the one
Sometimes we do pull a winning hand
We roll the dice and they land in our favor
We cheat the angels at their game of chance
when we find that mirror image of our true selves
the cadence of the soul's language changes
It becomes a sweet rush of fire
It's the brush of a butterfly's wing
It's water rushing through a stream
It's like rain drops, and sunlight
It's stardust on a clear night
Yes we know the language of the soul
It's that quiet unknown whisper
Spoken from soul to soul