Letras
What if mystic memories are prophecies disguised
And the pages that we've turned have not been read or realized?
There's a passage where the text was blurred, but now the words appear
And what they spell out, the story starting here
I cannot awake to find that I am still asleep
Eyelids closed can stop the light, but not the visions that I keep
Wasted minutes turn to hours, turn to days that turn to years
Before they run out, the story starting here
Inner child, come out to play
At the crossroads, sun lights the way
Burning in the night sky, I feel it radiate
(Don't get eaten up, don't get eaten up)
(Ah)
Saw the tower on the mountain top, the vesper bells were clear
And notes had rung out, with music drawing near
Then voices sung out, the story starting here