Steady in your pace my friend Troubles abound The pale moon boils the blood of men So calm down Far too much faith given into the curse It's like we kept it hanging around Giving up the chase my friend Of days you knew when Why spend the better parts of your life To find them Far too much faith given into the cure Almost like we think we'll live again More than once in a while in return you must force a smile And it's easy for me For some centuries now it's been known that the world is round Ain't it hard to believe Inland beyond the North sages spoke of a sarsen door At the mouth of the sea For some centuries now it's agreed Earth is hollow throughout And we're forging a key