don't look down upon the atmosphere
wings of stealth are broken dreams
don't look back upon your learned years
you seem blind to what you've seen
now i see how far the ground
has fallen down and round and round
time is a river and life flows away
into the valley of dreams you've made
soon i'll be surfing that cold astral plane
where the dreams and the nightmares are one and the same
don't look now upon your history
dead end streets of futures spurned
don't look up to all you wish to be
winding path of your sojourn
can you see how far the ground
has fallen down and round and round
time is a river and life flows away
into the valley of dreams you've made
soon i'll be surfing that cold astral plane
where the dreams and the nightmares are one and the same