In my dream, I've been there
Where the shadows of the past
Dwell in peace
Vainly I'm extending my hand
It's too far out of reach
And the choir of the mute was singing
Lullaby for the broken, unheard by most
Yet heard by the dreamers
Wafted on the breeze by force of the thought
Tones like a caressing hand, they float
Slowly through the hall
In my dream, I've been there
Where the shadows of the past
Dwell in peace
Vainly I'm extending my hope
It's too far out of reach
A frameless, dim, hazed picture
Somehow lacking the slightest essence
Unearthly stairway, without a railing
And the choir of the mute was singing
Lullaby for the broken, unheard by most
Yet heard by the dreamers
Wafted on the breeze by force of the thought
Tones like a caressing hand, they float
Slowly through the hall
On the top, I peeked behind the corner
And feeling the future's presence
I've seen the beauty
These walls I know too well
In this waiting room - world/hell
I'm changing the channel
No need to pass me the remote
I've been to the mountaintop
I've seen the beauty, I've really seen it
And while falling down to the ground
I'm closing my eyes, to keep the image in my mind
If man was meant to fly
He'd have been given wings
If man was meant to fly…
Then why are we gifted
With burden of dreams
Then why are we gifted?
Come take my hand
Through the paths unknown we shall go
Come take my hand, you can fly