There's a cloven, hoof on main street
and I hope, you can understand
that all these cities, they are just rumors
in the nightmares, of human kind
You know these words, I haven't spoken them
Where sleeping minds, leave them unheard
You know there's another, kind of artist
Who have never, said a word
Down the hill, I went this evening
While the shadows, drank the light
But the walls of, treason vanished
As the moon rose, full and bright
Then I walked, into the future
Through a very, different land
Where there are half, a million mysteries
You don't have to, understand
There's a golden ring of power
And a scarlet sword of pain
While some prefer the secret sun
The rest prefer the rain
Meanwhile the world is dreaming
And the world has gone insane
But some have found the secret sun
And are going home again
Ah the saddest things, they are the coffins
where they crown, the lord of the flies
Still unseen the bow, of man's bright promise
Rises deathless, to the skies
There are many, many reasons
Why the dreams, of mankind fail
They got a bucket, full of starlight
With no bottom, in the pail
Meanwhile the world is dreaming
And the world has gone insane
But some have found the secret sun
And are going home again- you can keep your rings of power
Keep your swords of loss and pain
I'm headed home to my beloved
And walking through the rain
They're losing it
If they would only look inside themselves- they should only look inside
It has always been there.
It will always be there... always... always...