The Story's Starting Here

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