Sanoja: Seals And Crofts. Not Be Found.

You talk of love in endless riddles
The truth is bent to fit your teeth
Your ears hear only necessary
Words and thoughts that make you breathe

From out of the depths of want you wander
Searching for familiar sound
Of some unsuspecting sorrow
On his way to not be found

Like a ravel gone unnoticed
'Til the cloth begins to tear
One small grain of salt in water
At first is not so hard to bear

Out of an hour or day you're born to
Play your harp and wear your gown
Hiding, waiting, for the right one
On his way to not be found, not be found

Should our paths cross each other
Keep my eyes fixed on the ground
I'll keep right on walking past you
Rather than to not be found, not be found, not be found

To fill one's pipe with dreams of amber
To taste the smoke is ecstasy
But the one who claims the clouds
Won't let you know serenity

Lips that part with sweetened danger
Moist with ill and evil sound
Await their chance to take the stranger
To the land of not be found, not be found, not be found