Feeling lost in the escapades Like the kids and their foolish charades I hear cries from the cats in the rain And the bells chiming their pain Look into your heart Waste no time We feel the wits of the dark Sacred island, shapeless love Pushes me towards the shove Living in the glory And the limits of your design The finesse of the golden rule It's all but a broken tool Look into your heart Waste no time We feel the wits of the dark Sacred island, shapeless love Pushes me towards the shove Living in the glory And the limits of your design