Drifting   In the Air   Above a Cold Lake   Is a Soul   From an Early   Better Age   Grasping for   A Mystic Thought   In Vain...but Who's to Know   Further on Lies Eternal Search   For Theories to Lift the Gate   Only Locks Are Made Stronger   And More Keys Lost as Logic Fades   In the Pool of Dreams the Water Darkens   For the Soul That's Tired of Search   As Years Pass by   The Aura Drops   As Less and Less   Feelings Touch   Stupidity   Has Won too Much   The Hopeless Soul Keeps waiting