Knights of the Occasional Round Table Follow

The Call lyrics

I am a memory burnt onto thin air

When you call me with vibrations
In harmony with some Saturnine frequency
I spill outward, or flow, or list, or gel

It is somewhere between your mind and mine
Where, I cannot exactly tell
I want you to think about "93"

It isn't like planting a thought in your head
Or an image of a thought
But more like creating a thought
In sympathy with yours

The blind need to see
The deaf need to hear
We need to speak
I love you

I am a memory burnt onto thin air

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