It started out with butterflies
on a velvet afternoon,
with flashing eyes and promises,
caught and held too soon
in a place called Ixea
with it's pumpkin oval moon.
It started out so nice.
Genji taught Orion
sea-purple harmony
while Kogi hit secrets into seashells,
and even the ocean laughed
beneath that celestial canopy.
'Cause it started out so nice.
With the dust of stars they intermingled.
Durock of Avon would only jingle
marble money tunes
as pale earthly circles swooned.
Volume left Bohemia, a triangle for his thumb.
Questions fell, but no one stopped to listen.
That eternity was just a dawn away,
and the rest was sure to come.
Leaves caught in winter's ice.
Abandoned circus grounds of flower captains,
prisms in a palm, one way it happens.
The air was silver calm,
the softly met were slowly moving on.
Then all things in common suddenly grew strange,
now the Wurs were chasing other rainbows
trying to find where the wind blows
to empty corners past dusty memories.
Now in the third millennium the crowded madness came,
crooked shadows roamed through the nights.
The wizards overplayed their names
And after that the Wurs never bothered to have
Summer reasons... again.
But it started out so nice,
it started out so nice
We started out so nice.
