It's time for joy It's time for fear The wind chimes are ringing The non-existing wind is passing by And weighing us down down down down A moment of grief Leave it to me The wind chimes are ringing Though there is no wind The wind has gone down down down Down like the boulders on the road Like the trees on the slopes Like the bridges over rapids Like the highways on the pillars Like the houses by the mountains And the glory of the moments we had A bird does sing 'cos it has a song It doesn't have an answer It's singing in awe and veneration 'Cos all things flourish and dance In endless variation Then once again merge Back into perfect black emptiness Emptiness that leads down down down Down like the boulders on the road Like the trees on the slopes Like the bridges over rapids Like the highways on the pillars Like the houses by the mountains And the glory of the moments we had We cling to our own futile point of view We live, not as we wish to But as we can We cling to our own fading permanence As we can And we can fall down down down Down like the boulders on the road Like the trees on the slopes Like the bridges over rapids Like the highways on the pillars Like the houses by the mountains And the glory of the moments we had Down down down down down Friends Foes Heart breakers Down down down down Down like the smashing victories Crushing failures and defeats Like the seals of the letters That enclosed all my regrets