(Chris Slade/Manfred Mann)In a dream it would seemI went to those who close the open doorTurning the key, I sat and spoke to those inside of meThey answered my questions with questionsAnd pointed me into the nightWhere the moon was a star-painted dancerAnd the world was just a spectrum of lightThey reached to my center of reasonAnd pulled on the touchstone that's thereThe shock of that light had me reelingAnd I fell into the depths of despairThey answered my questions with questionsAnd set me to stand on the brinkWhere the sun and the moon were as brothersAnd all that was left was to thinkThey answered my questions with questionsAnd pointed me into the nightThe power that bore me had left me aloneTo figure out which way was right

 

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