Pagoda Songtext
von Christopher Wilson

Up the hill from Portugal
Not the country, the street
Propped amongst these pathways, a lone magnolia leans
Arms wide open, littering the ground
The petals, once blossoms, assemble in a mound

So long in your abandon
So long your roots must reach
The plea for restoration, commencing at your feet
Well, it wasn′t wasted motion, you are strikingly alive
There is no misplacement, transcend the times


Light upon a beacon, you were always reaching
The nighttime, the lifetimes, they waltzed on by
To the pulse of pagoda, the beat of pagoda
The feeling, I know ya, and I feel, I feel alright

The places you go back to, the swelling of a creek
You could dive right into, what never seemed that deep (whoa)
Well, it wasn't wasted motion (whoa), it wasn′t wasted time (whoa)
And just like this pagoda (whoa), I see you all the time
A lone magnolia, like the one in your backyard

Light upon a beacon, you were always reaching
The nighttime, the lifetimes, they waltzed on by
To the pulse of pagoda, the beat of pagoda
The feeling, I know ya, and I feel (I feel), I feel (I)
I (I-I-I), feel alright