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