From the soundtrack to the short film The Corpse Wore White:
As an endless summer field
Where birds fly across a sky
Of the deepest, purest teal
I've learned it's a kaleidoscope
A weightless Katherine wheel
Where nothing's held by gravity
Save what we gravely feel
In this heaven full of heavens
This Escher stairway maze
Emotions mould the landscape
And feelings fall like rain
But one heaven
The wide wide heaven
Is the closest we can ever come
To no attack; no decay
We are sine and cosine
In a swirling dervish trance
Electron and emotion
In a fleeting quantum dance
We reel across the cosmos
In mesmerised romance
There is no final judgement
There is no place to rest
We are but everlasting change
A rising, falling breath
But this heaven
This wide wide heaven
Is the closest we can ever come
To suspended emptiness
Oh, this heaven
This wide wide heaven
Is the closest we can ever come
To blissful nothingness
© 2005 Mike Hallett/Adrian Lang APRA used with permission
