Smoke in the signals
feet won't touch the ground
perfect harmony
you can have it all

living always, always dying

but you wouldn't listen
or maybe incapable
but that doesn't matter.. into the sun

Hopes to be had now
All or nothing at all
the world's buyin' a thrill
It's all possible
to think what they want

living always, always dying

but you wouldn't listen
or maybe incapable
but that doesn't matter

I write for me, nail on my head
I read for me, when I'm dead
unto the road, the golden way
eternal light

Take for yourself all the offerings, offerings

This time will be the last gentle on my mind, on my mind

all the light - we cannot see
sky of gold - mysteries
stairway up - set us free
beyond the skies - the master key

living always, always dying

but you wouldn't listen
or maybe incapable
but that doesn't matter

I write for me, nail on my head
I read for me, when I'm dead
unto the road, the golden way
eternal light, prophecy

Things you believe
in life we breathe
eyes of the world
all vanishing
a silent mind in truth appear
think from the end