There's a kind of ecstasy
A never ending fantasy
The wandering wanderer's learnt all around
Something's on the cards today
Something's always far away
Beyond the farthest star dreams surround
Right outright his prophecy
The generations' legacy
Within the reasoned lies life'd begun
The wasted strumings all along
The wasted mornings gone too wrong
The rested melody to savour
A drifted abstract notion
A sober hallucination
The surreal reverie manoeuvres
There's a certain destiny
No matter the epiphanies
The senseless dreams wont still be over
(Where) I've always been with you
And in those dreams I've dreamt of you
Across the CROSS built by, the wanderer
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