Naked eye. The mirages of twilight. You're passing by. A silhouette pristine. Privy caves. Dalles, a lurking peril. Downstream the waves. The shining mazarine.
The edge of the abyss where the journeys end. Visible crossroads where mortal lives will bend. The moment of truth, the calm before the storm. The camouflage of liars abruptly will be torn.
In this illusive game. Latent worlds are waiting just for you. So won't you join?. Don't ponder over things that might be new. . It's stronger than a vivid dream.
The sun has set. Beyond the western sky. And with the coming night. You hear 'em cry. . From the fear they were overrun. From the hurricane they were spun.
When the lake of despair is so serene. When the tempest in your heart's breaking in. Still there is no horizon here. Through troubled waters I swim. .
Cold, dark. Silence at night. Feel, seclusion. In the absence of light. . Bygone, so hopeless. In this solitary shell. Seamless, painless. Too late to bid you farewell.
I'm walking along the river. Raindrops fall from the sky. The eagle above never wonders. 'bout all the feelings gone by. . The flower buds open their hearts.
I remember a past life. A life long ago. Memories are reveries. And visions fading into gray. . I behold the paleness. With the glimpse of an eye. There's no friend in no man's land.
Come and stay, make my day. Take away the gray. And set the wheels in motion. . Down the road, what you do. Come and fall into. At the end of this day.
Are we beyond salvation?. Can't read the runes, can't see. Got lost in the translation. Why, why, why did we?. . We're squaring the circle by powers unseen.
In my darkest hour I pray. For a life seemed gone astray. See a flower grow. . In a never ending night. Far away a colored light. I can see a rainbow rise.
Fly, forever fly along. Let your wings just breathe the air tonight. To foreign skies, fly on a rainbow dream. . She's straying from reality. Her imagination leaves her mind.
look out for the squalls right in here. and escape from the vanity fair. don`t dally away. and relieve your feelings there. . whenever you see rocks ahead.
we`re hunting open secrets. we`re searching high and low. intrepid we might be we`ll never know. under a press of canvas. we`re on the parting of the ways.
It's the waterfall falling. It's the cross on the hill. It's the fork on the crossroads. It's the freedom I feel. And it's tearing my heart. If I must leave again.
Please take my hand, and let me lead you through these museum halls.. My god, the light casts an ugly shadow across these decaying walls.. And should I ask you, is that fear I see etched across your sullen eyes?.