In a Chapel of a Personal Design

Be good, be true

Sinuously creeping up the walls
All the words you
Say in the day you can't wipe them away they are there

Dancing 'round the pillars, flickering
Movies sliding
Over each other one life on another all yours

Pray to the moon and she will give you a sign
Sing in a chapel of a personal design, design

Be good, be true, be kind

Lily tiles beneath your sliding feet
Slowly turning
No hiding yearning you're learning to slow in the flow

Pray to the moon and she will give you a sign
Sing in a chapel of a personal design, design

Be good, be true, be kind

Trickling down the windows, colour streams
Forming creatures
Whose features are changing in scenes rearranging each day

Pray to the moon and she will give you a sign
Sing in a chapel of a personal design, design

Be good, be true, be kind