Yes yes yes, is what it is
And what it is is love
And love is what it's all about
In the frantic panic of day to day depths
Over schizophrenic city
Yes yes yes is the stuff that makes it work and hold together
How it fits into the twines and how the rhythm flows
Like the river Siddharthe sat by
Yes yes, is the music there for listening
Is the poetry there for perception for even tired eyes?
Let’s rub noses in thе smell of things
Fingers through grubby summer grassеs
As polluted pearls burst over rooftops
Hope encapsulating a moment of truth in a moment of time
Yes, yes, it's a moments like this I can run barefoot
Over wet paving stones that the city performs its bitter
Reflections without regret
For it's in good hands, in good hands
The hands of the Master
Yes yes yes, just this feeling, just the feeling, the feeling
You can feel it, I can feel it
Streaming through me, continuous, enchanting rhythm
And the rhythm’s enchanting
And the rhythm's like season rhythms
River rhythms, sea rhythms, sun rhythms, love rhythms
And even in the roaring traffic's rude rhythms
Overlapped the electronic chains;
City birds chirp communications
Oh yes, yes
And what it is is love
And love is what it's all about
In the frantic panic of day to day depths
Over schizophrenic city
Yes yes yes is the stuff that makes it work and hold together
How it fits into the twines and how the rhythm flows
Like the river Siddharthe sat by
Yes yes, is the music there for listening
Is the poetry there for perception for even tired eyes?
Let’s rub noses in thе smell of things
Fingers through grubby summer grassеs
As polluted pearls burst over rooftops
Hope encapsulating a moment of truth in a moment of time
Yes, yes, it's a moments like this I can run barefoot
Over wet paving stones that the city performs its bitter
Reflections without regret
For it's in good hands, in good hands
The hands of the Master
Yes yes yes, just this feeling, just the feeling, the feeling
You can feel it, I can feel it
Streaming through me, continuous, enchanting rhythm
And the rhythm’s enchanting
And the rhythm's like season rhythms
River rhythms, sea rhythms, sun rhythms, love rhythms
And even in the roaring traffic's rude rhythms
Overlapped the electronic chains;
City birds chirp communications
Oh yes, yes
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