Out of space

Broad and hollow

Each of them

Watching the one

What brings the bright bath

Takes to the final path

What brings the bright bath

Takes to the final path

Just stepped out from the train with freezing breath

Stumbled on the abandoned little case

The memories strewn all over the ground

Fallen into a trap of the vision and sound

Fragile like ice, yearning for someone’s warmth

Like flowers thrown out from glossy hair

Picked up by wind, nobody else to care

Not sure is it just art or is it something more?

Can’t take your eyes off me

So good to see you here again

High time you finished it

This time you will give in

(chorus)

All the nightmares coming back from time to time are now

Here swirling around just above the ground

Though it’s a nasty dance with all the root writ in the book

Go ahead and take a chance on what must be continued

Oh since we’ve just heard the notes of hope at the break of dawn

Sung out from very ash by the cygnet-turned swan

Seeking one face in every single place

So many golden trains left behind for the change

To head for newcomers to join for a while

Passing through the next stations on the blackening map

I didn’t mishear it, I feel the strange embrace

Filled with some vibration as if coming from outer space

The splendid forms you have never seen

Of what and where could have ever been

Is there anything far more wonderful?

What’s in vain gotta leach away

(chorus)

All the nightmares coming back from time to time are now

Here swirling around just above the ground

Though it’s a nasty dance with all the root writ in the book

Go ahead and take a chance on what must be continued

Oh since we’ve just heard the notes of hope at the break of dawn

Sung out from very ash by the cygnet-turned swan

Why won’t you make this thought pentadic?

Then leave your bag behind – one may need

‘Cause it can grip and ease and that’s how it is

Time to ignite the spark and let it eclipse