Yesterday we built another bridge  A way to other spaces of (in) the sciences  Where all the seasons we'll try to find  The reason and the merit for the measure of the time    We found a back street of the cemetery  And felt the lie of hagiology  ‘Cause words are not enough for  What we want to say    We have to flee  And many seas  We have to cross  To Abydos    He lives under the sea  Is the wind in the trees  He’s the wisdom of the world    If it's God building our street  It’s not a way you go by feet    Hyperion sunset  The end is defined  But beautiful poems  Preserving an illusion for  The one and only life in our lie    We have to flee    We have to cross  To Abydos    He lives under the sea  Is the wind in the trees  He's the wisdom of the world  On the wings of the wild  In the arms of a child  Lies the wisdom of the world    He lives under the sea  Is the wind in the trees  Find the wisdom of the world  He's the kind of a man  You describe as a friend  For the wisdom of the world