Formulations turn in decay 
With prisms in our eyes, praying with the wise men 
Happiness is free 
It wanders in my mind, never to be blind and 

When you know the time is right 
To share your queries of the day 

Destinations of the day 
Often we're reminded, who will leave the blinded 
To a point of view 
Triangles of light, above us in the sky turn 

Grey with your reflection 
Fade into your queries of the day 

Talking spirit in this time 
The doubt you had in mind was never to be questioned 
Like the signs of life 
Never too deceiving, watch until the sky turns 

Grey with your reflection 
Fade into your queries of the day