I lately find it hard to read
I lose the focus
I feel instead an urgent need
To write my opus
The lyrics pour from twisted brain
And float like manna
I cannot stop this endless rain
Hosanna
The music isn't in my head
It's in my fingers
It doesn't come at once instead
It lingers
And then as I take my guitar
Or touch the piano
The sounds stream from
Somewhere far, Fata Morgana
The song is hatching from the mold
My little Baby
I send it out to the world
To like it may be
And then as I take my guitar
Or touch the piano
The sounds stream from
Somewhere far, Hosanna
And then as I take my guitar
Or touch the piano
The sounds stream from
Somewhere far, Hosanna