Barking frogs at dawn
Crystal elves in song
Ancient dreams of night
And hollow eyes without sight
Blissful times fly by
Stems of fruits unseen
Gates of filtered fears
Evening's walls have ears
If you don't like the weird world
That I'm living in
If you can't find a dream
I'm still not giving in
Cries of wolves and a fox
Hear despair in the docks
Endless fields of days
Are erased by filtered ways
Dogs of greed and mistrust
Filled with hate and lust
Build up houses of ice
On the sun rolling dice
If you don't like the weird world
That I'm living in
If you can't find a dream
I'm still not giving in
Hiss of melted relays
Dreams of furthur delays
And a life filled with rain
Covers years of real pain
Filled with power and grace
And that was only a taste
Glory coming back through
And the albatross flew away