Going Under/Matterterra/Invocation/Dreamtime Songtext
von Christopher Bingham

We come to it in waves
This life is an ocean we come to again and again
We break water and float in the swells and the wind and the rain
And we go under

I find it hard to believe
That gods or demons exist or see our needs
When so many are crying for love and this goes unperceived
We still go under

We go under

It comes to me in waves
So much sadness rushing through and I can′t breathe
Till I come upon this quiet place I found inside of me

And I go under
I go under
I go under

People of the east clap your hands
Making mother cry
People of the east clap your hands
Sing, sing, sing


People of the south clap your hands
Making mother cry
People of the south clap your hands
Sing, sing, sing

People of the west clap your hands
Making mother cry
People of the west clap your hands
Sing, sing, sing

People of the north clap your hands
Making mother cry
People of the north clap your hands
Sing, sing, sing

People of above clap your hands
Making mother cry
People of above clap your hands
Sing, sing, sing

People down below clap your hands
Making mother cry
People down below clap your hands
Sing, sing, sing


I am falling to piecesStaring at the sky in twilight
Beneath the din of the city
I can hear the songs ancient and lost
Back to dreamtime now
I am seeing in starlight
Back behind the sky in shadow
Here where daylight meets night sky
Step beyond that veil and walk right through

Back to dreamtime now
Back to dreamtime now
Dreamtime now