Holes In The Sky — Vanden Plas

I'm searching for Christian number one My new creation tunes the vertex of the sun And inside my planetary gear The machines decoding heavens I'm coming closer, coming near

And I'm searching all day and I'm searching all night For the sonic of truth and a hole in the sky

I stay between the hours And fill them with sand My destiny's time dust Is stolen soil from Promised Land After lunation number nine I will start this elevator With the time key for re-find

And this clockwork is made - Cutting holes in the sky I will drink from a source called the liquid of time

And this clockwork is made - Cutting holes in the sky I will drink from a source called the accident time Now I'm searching all day and I'm searching all night For the sonic of truth and the hole in the sky

Time is a mystification Searching the hole in the sky