Different lines breaking out of me
Falling from the highest into infinity
I can't see how anyone can laugh
In a future that's so cold even the first are last
Can I see what I'm missing? Is this just a whim or something fitting?
I may not know - I may be growing old - but it's to wake up
And turn this dream to gold
Different signs speaking out to me
Where is it I'm going? What is it I see?
I can feel now - the story moving fast
In a world that is so bold I'm bound to clash
When I'll be only fate can see, but more and more I realize
I am already - I finally know
I may be growing old, but never have I been so sure that the future is gilded with gold
I am creating the perfect painting
For which the canvas of my mind has been so patiently waiting