Diatom Blues Songtext
von Dylan Donkin

Strange shapes of moonlight
fade and decay
in the face of the day every morning
and the fog in your eyes
obscures the vines
running wild past the sun
change is gonna come circles intersecting particles of life
dreams peel back like skins of an onion through your mind
when the king of the castle
bows to the fool
then it′s cool break the rules
change is gonna come