As the lights went slowly
The line of vision broke
In the face of reason it flies
Right when I awoke
You spoke beneath a whisper
And angry clouds arose
You began to brood at night
And damned how fate chose
We still endeavor for the precious stone (The precious stone)
For accolade until we are alone
A cornucopia of flattery
We only see what we want to see
Can't break my will
(It is adamantine)
Can't bar my way
I am ready for fray
Time
(I am adamantine)
And reverie
(And there isn't a line)
Still it is life's melody
You can tilt at windmills
You get a fire alight
Pass with flying colours
You are taking it with pride
Beyond the dreams of avarice
You master your own way
Never bend before the wind
No way to lead you astray
And we still wanna go the extra mile (The extra mile)
On cobbled streets of artificial smile
A cornucopia of memory
Fills our hopeless vacancy
Can't break my will
(It is adamantine)
Can't bar my way
I am ready for fray
Time
(I am adamantine)
And reverie
(And there isn't a line)
Still it is life's melody
Our workers of fate
Are like the dreams we create on and on
Cause life is a wide open space
And then some, so much to embrace
A cornucopia of mystery
One more page in our diary
Can't break my will
(It is adamantine)
Can't bar my way
I am ready for fray
Time
(I am adamantine)
And reverie
(And there isn't a line)
Still it is life's melody
My will
(So adamantine)
My way
I am ready for fray
Time
(I am adamantine)
And reverie
(And there isn't a line)
Still it is life's melody