Does the lamppost slowly turning
In the window that's concerning
Re-evaluation for the sake of man
Carry news of broken weather
Which reveals the shallow gesture
Of ovations carved from mountains made of sand?
Low line falling, the distance calling
Connections from the past don't seem to come
Tragic dancer tries to answer
But cannot for he plays a broken drum
Flying, flying with time
Flying, flying with time
Distance and space, reacting in kind
Oh for the price of the wisdom sublime
And the strength to shoulder the burden
Is the tale too early spoken
To the heads that nod a token
Of appreciation based upon the sound?
Or do the words mean something
To the bold ones who are jousting
In determination to unseat the crown?
Rose thorn, forlorn
Guard the Beauty's treat
Carry you message sweet!
And deliver as complete
The play's unspoken line
Unspoken line
Unspoken line