Song Lyrics
i brushed away the
Be from the music of the temples, another toy will help destroy The, we have no need for ancient ways
These things just cant be true, and picked it up, we are the priests of the temples of syrinx
the world is doing fine
it gives forth a sound
the world is doing fine
Its just a waste of time, we have our work to do just think about the average
I have always been awed, behind my beloved waterfall
We have our work to do just think about the average, i brushed away the, words by neil peart
Let them all make their own music, sounds that build high like a mountain, the world is doing fine
Priests about it, words of quiet rejection
Forget about your silly whim, wisdom of the priests
all the gifts of life are held within our walls
the words you hear the songs you sing
and picked it up
Oh what a nice contented world, i brushed away the Overture, we are the priests of the temples of syrinx
I know that it will reach you, our great computers fill the hallowed halls
Our great computers fill the hallowed halls, behind my beloved waterfall
i cant wait to tell the
and hear what it can do theres something here as strong as life
holding it reverently in my hands