First there is a silence then there is a sound
Third there is a darkness the light rebounds
Fourth there is a knowledge but the knowledge is lost
Fifth there is a reckoning and a measure of the cost
Finally an echo, a semblance of the truth
Opening a vision and becoming the new
Can we understand it? It all seems so unknown
Will the final prophecy be as it was foretold?
Then, somewhere, echoes of a scene,
As we wander, in the hallowed dream
Re-awakened, knowledge is revealed
Are the tidings that it brings, something to conceal?
As we enter the final stage, as it enters the night,
Will we manage to turn the page, to take another flight?
Is imagination growing, as the truth appears?
Is the story fact or fiction, is it truly real?
Its an ever-growing concept, an everlasting touch
A musical expression that we crave so much
Magical connections, somewhere or there
Taking on a brand new life to a distant anywhere
Oh, no, this is not the way
Pray, tell me, are we going astray?
Into the great unknown, into darkened skies,
Venture forth the final cut, is it truth or lies?
The hourglass is flowing, the sands are going down
No matter what we do or say, time moves ever on
Realization seems so simple yet it still is true
Make the most of what you have theres so much left to do
An ever-growing concept, an everlasting touch
A musical expression that we crave, so much
Magical connections, somewhere or there
Taking on a brand new life to a distant anywhere.
