Still (First Mix)-Pete Sinfield

[00:07.30] still i wonder how it is to be a stream [00:15.59] from a dark well constant flowing [00:24.62] winding seawards over ancient mossy wheels [00:33.65] yet feel no need of knowing [00:43.26] still i wonder how it is to be a tree [00:50.71] circled servant to the seasons [00:59.26] only drink on sky and rake the winter wind [01:07.82] and need no seal of reasons [01:17.97] still i wonder why i wonder why i'm here [01:27.26] all my words just the shaft of my flail [01:35.48] as i race o'er this beautiful sphere [01:43.57] like a dog who his chasing his -- [01:48.86] tailors and tinkers, princes and incas, [01:56.74] sailors and sinkers, before me and like me... [02:13.09] still i wonder how it is to be a bird [02:19.52] singing each dawns sweet effusions [02:29.37] flying far away when all the world has stirred [02:37.46] yet seek no vain conclusions [02:47.50] still i wonder if i passed some time ago [02:57.35] as a bird, or a stream, or a tree [03:05.86] to mount up high you first must sink down low [03:13.92] like the changeable tides of the [03:18.69] caesars and pharoahs, prophets and heroes [03:26.49] poets and hobos, before me and after me all the [03:38.44] painters and dancers, mountainside chancers [03:46.68] merchants and gamblers, bankers and ramblers [03:54.97] winners and losers, angels and boozers [04:02.91] beatles and bolans, raindrops and oceans [04:10.93] kings, pawns and deacons, fainthearts and beacons [04:18.99] caesars and pharoahs, prophets and heroes [04:27.16] poets and hobos, before me and after me...