A soft touch with my finger on the bed sheet of my uncharted pond And all becomes a different scene What I cleared is what I wrote Remnants of a story I could have grasped For nature's vision and binding laws ♪ Project my human flaws Only for me to find some more Project my human flaws Only for me to find some more ♪ Gliding through myths and worries Followed by sense and stories I knock on these endless doors Walk in colors, face what's true or false ♪ Gliding through myths and worries Followed by sense and stories I knock on these endless doors Walk in colors, face what's true or false Opposite stories never impact Sails against a gusty wind Choke through chaos and time Begging to find the crossing line