| Like waiting for a dawn of… | 
| An inner confidence, like ignorance | 
| Don’t miss the chance tonight | 
| And when occlusion’s drawn up… | 
| All the lights won’t stop | 
| To put you on the display of this shop | 
| The time after rising… | 
| From the ashes is so cold | 
| Between the world and you the icing | 
| And you know you have been told | 
| But it’s too late to cancel, points of no return | 
| No time to learn until you burn… tonight | 
| Forecasts (four casts) of our ration, of the crowd alone | 
| And all those acting things you call the tide | 
| But when the curtain’s falling… | 
| Waiting forlorn for the day | 
| Remaining just those memories | 
| Afraid they will not stay | 
| Stay tonight, never bail… and you will prevail | 
| Inner sight, former gale, now the storm won’t fail | 
| Wasted years, wasted tears bringing back your fears | 
| But anything caused everything and now you got the wing | 
| Expressions on a window, would you call it stage | 
| Better call it sage to be the hub tonight | 
| Whenever it may end up, never think to stop | 
| Never lead those days out from the light | 
| Like leaves over a loom gale | 
| We’re carried through the world | 
| And after years on this assumed trail | 
| You realize the aim would hurt | 
| Hurt your heart, take your soul, never find this hole | 
| To rise again to fill the air, for you there’s no spare | 
| Wasted years, wasted tears bringing back your fears | 
| But anything caused everything and now you got the wing |