Rain in the sky, make the world fly,
into time, back beyond time.
Sun in the sky made the world fly
into time, back beyond time.

Well, I lived in magic solitude
of cloudy-looking mountains
and a lake made out of crystal raindrops.
Roamin' thru space, two thousand years ago,
I've seen the city of Atlantis
sinking into eternal darkness...

Somewhere in the blue distance
are those long forgotten trees of yore.
A broken violin floatin' alone in december
darkness everywhere and nothing more.

Symbol, strange melancholy,
painted torrid colours to a sky of green.
Candle, breathing one night only,
far away, in chillness, bleak, unseen.

Drifting galley, ghostlike shadow,
set sail to catch and kill the time.
Echoes wandering down an endless meadow,
search for a thing... sublime...