In a dream it would seem I went to
those who close the open door Turning
the key I sat and spoke to those
inside of me
They answered my questions with
questions And they pointed me into
the night Where the moon was
a star-painted dancer And the world
was just a spectrum of light
They reached to my center of reason
And pulled on the touchstone that's
there The shock of that light had
me reeling And I fell into the depths
of despair
Turning the key I sat and spoke
to those inside of me
They answered my questions with
questions And they set me to stand
on the brink where the sun and the
moon were as brothers And all
that was left was to think
They answered my questions with
questions And they pointed me into
the night The power that bore me
had left me alone to figure out
which way was right |
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