Echoes - Part 1 - Edit (Live at Pompeii - MCMLXXII - 2025 Mix)

Overhead, the albatross hangs motionless upon the air And deep beneath the rolling waves, in labyrinths of coral caves The echo of a distant time comes willowing across the sand And everything is green and submarine And no one called us to the land And no one knows the where's or why's Something stirs and something tries And starts to climb towards the light Strangers passing in the street By chance, two separate glances meet And I am you and what I see is me And do I take you by the hand And lead you through the land And help me understand the best I can? And no one calls us to move on And no one forces down our eyes No one speaks and no one tries No one flies around the Sun