This is sort of a spoken word piece with a riff. I wrote the words the other day while biking over to made in bangs! studios. The large moon was rising as the sun set in the west; time appeared to stand still, these colossal celestial bodies hanging in the air. A dream i had long ago came to mind; I was in a car driving over many steep rolling prairie hills. at the top of each hill i could see along way over the top of the other hills. the clouds got dark and dense, then many spherical domes began to form on the underside of the clouds almost as if tornadoes were forming, yet eerily foreign.

When the moon sits on the horizon
and the sun sets at dawn
Mountains rise from the oceans
and the clouds grow dark and strong.

When the time comes by this is my life on music