| Song | The Nazca Lines |
| Artist | Mind's Eye |
| Album | Walking on H20 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Flores | |
| Heaven, pushing me under the clouds | |
| Crossing the ocean to gain sense, learn more | |
| Riddles rhyme, just like the time, it's late | |
| Tick, tack two minutes until we dive | |
| Into this legend we can't tie us to | |
| People rise, hail this grand design | |
| Must admire, pure perfection | |
| Count to ten then all the world will smile to your face | |
| Los Andes Mountains offer a clue | |
| Did the mighty Indians knowledge vanish in the past? | |
| Enter the white savior's rules | |
| Succumb to the fools | |
| Succumb to the fools | |
| Watching the Nazca lines from up here | |
| I fear the world is out of place | |
| A souvenir? A helping hand? You decide | |
| Watching the Nazca lines through a lens | |
| We humans don't know how to place | |
| Enough to dream? Enough to drown? You decide | |
| Ground signs, can't help to wonder how we | |
| Lost all this knowledge, why did we leave this? | |
| Ancient skies mirror what we can't find | |
| This is unexplainable (Must admire, pure perfection) | |
| Even for science today (Count to ten and All the world will smile to your face) | |
| They don't know what they see | |
| Watching the Nazca lines from up here... | |
| Mathematics, Astronomy, burn the proof | |
| No matter how much I watch this, I don't see the trace of man | |
| Succumb to the fools | |
| Watching the Nazca lines from up here... |
| zuo qu : Flores | |
| Heaven, pushing me under the clouds | |
| Crossing the ocean to gain sense, learn more | |
| Riddles rhyme, just like the time, it' s late | |
| Tick, tack two minutes until we dive | |
| Into this legend we can' t tie us to | |
| People rise, hail this grand design | |
| Must admire, pure perfection | |
| Count to ten then all the world will smile to your face | |
| Los Andes Mountains offer a clue | |
| Did the mighty Indians knowledge vanish in the past? | |
| Enter the white savior' s rules | |
| Succumb to the fools | |
| Succumb to the fools | |
| Watching the Nazca lines from up here | |
| I fear the world is out of place | |
| A souvenir? A helping hand? You decide | |
| Watching the Nazca lines through a lens | |
| We humans don' t know how to place | |
| Enough to dream? Enough to drown? You decide | |
| Ground signs, can' t help to wonder how we | |
| Lost all this knowledge, why did we leave this? | |
| Ancient skies mirror what we can' t find | |
| This is unexplainable Must admire, pure perfection | |
| Even for science today Count to ten and All the world will smile to your face | |
| They don' t know what they see | |
| Watching the Nazca lines from up here... | |
| Mathematics, Astronomy, burn the proof | |
| No matter how much I watch this, I don' t see the trace of man | |
| Succumb to the fools | |
| Watching the Nazca lines from up here... |
| zuò qǔ : Flores | |
| Heaven, pushing me under the clouds | |
| Crossing the ocean to gain sense, learn more | |
| Riddles rhyme, just like the time, it' s late | |
| Tick, tack two minutes until we dive | |
| Into this legend we can' t tie us to | |
| People rise, hail this grand design | |
| Must admire, pure perfection | |
| Count to ten then all the world will smile to your face | |
| Los Andes Mountains offer a clue | |
| Did the mighty Indians knowledge vanish in the past? | |
| Enter the white savior' s rules | |
| Succumb to the fools | |
| Succumb to the fools | |
| Watching the Nazca lines from up here | |
| I fear the world is out of place | |
| A souvenir? A helping hand? You decide | |
| Watching the Nazca lines through a lens | |
| We humans don' t know how to place | |
| Enough to dream? Enough to drown? You decide | |
| Ground signs, can' t help to wonder how we | |
| Lost all this knowledge, why did we leave this? | |
| Ancient skies mirror what we can' t find | |
| This is unexplainable Must admire, pure perfection | |
| Even for science today Count to ten and All the world will smile to your face | |
| They don' t know what they see | |
| Watching the Nazca lines from up here... | |
| Mathematics, Astronomy, burn the proof | |
| No matter how much I watch this, I don' t see the trace of man | |
| Succumb to the fools | |
| Watching the Nazca lines from up here... |