I am the crow of desperation
I need the fact of validation
I spin relentless variation
I scramble in the dust of a failing nation
I was concealed
Now I am stirring
And I have waited for this time
I am the termite of temptation
I multiply and find my population
I am the wheel
I am the turning
And I will lay my love on
You
I am the sea of permutations
I live beyond interpretation
I stumble over names and their combinations
I penetrate the walls of explanation
I penetrate the walls of explanation
I am the wheel
I am the burning
And I will lay my love apart
I am the wheel
I am the wheel
I am the yearning
And I will lay my love apart
I am the yearning
And I will lay my love apart
And I will lay my love apart
I walk on NZ
And my life is equal to you
Thank you.
Thank you.