…of all We are one We are a universe Forbears of what will be Scions of the Devonian sea Aeons pass Writing the tale of us all A day-to-day new opening For the greatest show on Earth Ion channels welcoming the outside…

…We are falling down so slowly In small pieces like your kingdom of glass We've been waiting for so long And this is just a beginning I hear your thin voice calling from the mist A distant siren awakens me from sleep…

…without so much speed, people are just speaking all the time, its just a big joke, no-one can hide. Our life just roll the same way, so small circle, that there is no place for people, really to stay. All the fun just splits apart, its the way of living in earth, people just want to have fun.…

…An old man by a seashore at the end of day Gazes the horizon with seawinds in his face Tempest-tossed island seasons all the same Anchorage unpainted and a ship without a name Sea without a shore for the banished one…

…WHERE THE PERSON IS FROM. WE ARE NOT ALIKE, IF YOU CHOOSE WRONG IT SPLITS A PART. SOONER OF LATER, WHO REALLY CAN NAME THE DAY. TO SHARE SAME GUIDELINES, THE LIFT GOES EASILY AWAY. THE HOUSE WHICH IS STRONGER WITH TWO OF…

…past houses, farms & fields Passin′ graves that have no name, freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of rusted automobiles Good mornin' America, how are you? Don't you know me? I′m your native son! I′m the…

…End of the Winter End of the coldness End of the day Crows come to this forest Flies through this woods Over the dark water Where ice will die soon Winter surrenders finally Spring rises it's wings Unleash sun's burning…

…In sleep he sang to me In dreams he came That voice which calls to me And speaks my name And do I dream again? For now I find The Phantom of the Opera is there Inside my mind Sing once again with me Our strange duet…