Uncovering all the subtle lines Connecting throughout the mind It's an ideal design One beckoning from inside The wind will go where it desires The sound may fade, but never dies Now time is time, and time is all we have here Time is time, time is all we have And time is all we have here The autumn leaves make a quiet sound Their life is whispered as they fall to the ground The darkest forest begins to see the light The loneliest places are brimming with life Relying on will to deliver the signs Seeing clearly what's born in the mind Believing that when I open my eyes I'll see exactly what has been designed Inside