Though this world may be unkind
there's no sense whining over our spilled wine
it amounts to nothing but wasted time
and wasted time's not a friend of mine
so long time lover let's head for the hills
run from this town in the search for our fountain
one day they'll find us frozen and still
miles from this life on top of a mountain
where we'll stay preserved in the ice from decay
as the world melts away
every color burns to grey
millions of years shrink down to one long day
planets and spheres reduce to balls of clay
will it all seem so still when the dream's been fulfilled?
When the world stands still the journey's fulfilled

INVIA LE CORREZIONI