Building up dreams on a timeless table
Filling up rhymes in reason to fable
And the hand of luck strikes motionless
And the false gods know not a thing of this
And the time to go is sure to know
Sometimes everything just has it's own flow
And the whispered secrets unheard at once
Increasing trickery and endless stunts
And winds blow south and time comes around
While something timeless casually is found
Bringing beginning back to being born
And something shining in your spirit smiles back
And the fields of thoughts unheard today
Was it really nothing more to say
And the bends of life twisting round and round
And the electric guitar makes that sound
When the plate hits the table
So begins this fable
And the dawn of time
Doesn't wait in line