Phillips Sitting still and looking at the angel Giving life and granting all the love And I know that all of us are able We can live in love above it all There's a time of the year when you start to feel your fear And you really wonder where you're going And you know you hear the call When the leaves begin to fall And the melancholy's fast approaching But with the mountains so clear You know another year has gone and nearly passed you by Then all you need is joy Like that of a little boy To live in rapturous wonder Must we kiss the height of our delusion, Idolize the spectra of illusion And all your prayers and tribulations Rack and tortured exaltations And our cornered expectations And our ferocious intimations We are more How I wish that you were not deluded I sympathize, I know it's very hard We have to live in midst of the confusion But even so we all can touch a star But the greatest thing of all Is the coming of the call, 'Cause it keeps you on your toes It's catching And you know you got a friend, When you deign to let her in 'Tis the angel of the briefest passing, And when the sunset's aflame You know it's all a game But no one really plays the same, And all we got is rules To keep us from the fools That live in heartless cruelty