Flowing Free
Hans Lundin / Roine Stolt
There she stands
In the middle of a flowing world
Like a leaf in the wind
And she looks around
To the center of a rushing crowd
All the people go mad
They just turn their heads
To the deadlines & production needs
Leaving her lost and alone
So she walks the streets
Unfamiliar with industrial sounds
And the hovering machines
It distorts her mind
Her perception of reality
Like a scene out of a dream
On an empty stage
In a constant morphing scenery
She discovers herself flowing free