in our madness we reach sublime
to the light we crawl and climb
when our sorrow fills us with doubt
its up to faith to cast those doubts out
through another electric night
our spirits race to reach the sights
that lonely tower inside we dwell
past heavens gates an pits of hell
a separate place beyond such grace
the observatory of the soul
looking out as we grow old
into our timelessness of being
finally truly seeing
life is above believing
living is whatever we are feeling
but all with great meaning
awake in our dreaming
to the light we crawl and climb
when our sorrow fills us with doubt
its up to faith to cast those doubts out
through another electric night
our spirits race to reach the sights
that lonely tower inside we dwell
past heavens gates an pits of hell
a separate place beyond such grace
the observatory of the soul
looking out as we grow old
into our timelessness of being
finally truly seeing
life is above believing
living is whatever we are feeling
but all with great meaning
awake in our dreaming