| The stolen glances, the moments in between the actions | |
| The dice are rolled, the skeleton sit by the fork in the road | |
| The paths that twist and turn, the journey goes on | |
| The memories caught between the hands of time | |
| As she dances the dance of time | |
| I'm in a trance now, the sun's love rains down on her landscape | |
| But landscapes change | |
| My mind is playing tricks on me | |
| Language of fire to carve the stone | |
| My mind is playing tricks on me | |
| Images of fire to strike the stone | |
| My mind is playing tricks on me | |
| Language of fire to carve the stone |