The Other Shore
ANDREW JOHN BARLOW, LOUISE ANN RHODES
Light years away
A Proverbial
Needle in the hay
An elusive
Future past
While in pursuit
Of the fruit
Yea, you squashed it underfoot
Expectation
Latent, lost
Stop one moment
All is golden
Ooh
Stop one moment
All is golden
Ooh Ooh
All things as one
We belong
Like a lyrics to a song
Nothing after or before
In lost and found
We resound
Like the air becomes the ground
Resting on the other shore
Stop one moment
All is golden
Ooh
Stop one moment
All is golden
Ooh Ooh