Fountain of youth, lifespirit flows   into a well of truths, of cold and dim repose.   I craved to be as high as the pillowy clouds,   to walk amongst the tall, who used to look back down and frown.      [Chorus:]   Now here I stand by the wasteland, where our dreams began.   From these once golden fields our curiosity ran...      I chased the sugar claw through temptation's door,   the bitterness I found...sweetness I taste no more   From the play ground to the slayground,   the sombre middleground absords the emptiness.      [Chorus 2:]   Look back across the marble sea of discovery,   a fountain of innocent flows in juvenescence.      I'm resident in corridors of sentiment.   I face the wall - discovery terminal,   but there's no more false truths I wish to discover,   and I am physically unable, to tread back down those corridors.   Fountain of youth, oh how I bathed in your innocence,   and now in cold repose, I must face the bitter truth...