Letra de «At Land's End»
Here are my friends, we speak of Heaven, And in between how we share...we share the mystery of creation, We share the fantasy of the drum, Honesty, exploration, We are here, we are everywhere, Like a hot-air balloon cast above fields of discretion, I move along, move along, Through the mist, without direction.
It is my right, Here I am free, though it's only make-believe, I'm satisfied, Here I'm alive, My own best friend, (my own best friend) My own best friend at land's end.
Here at land's end.

