| Song | Fountain Of Innocence |
| Artist | Cathedral |
| Album | The Ethereal Mirror |
| 作词 : Dorrian, Jennings | |
| Fountain of youth, lifespirit flows into a well of truths, of cold and dim repose. | |
| I craved to be as high as the pillowy clouds, to walk amongst the tall, who used to look back down and frown. [Chorus:] | |
| Now here I stand by the wasteland, where our dreams began. | |
| From these once golden fields our curiosity ran... | |
| I chased the sugar claw through temptation's door, the bitterness | |
| I found...sweetness | |
| I taste no more | |
| From the play ground to the slayground, the sombre middleground absords the emptiness. [Chorus 2:] | |
| Look back across the marble sea of discovery, a fountain of innocent flows in juvenescence. | |
| I'm resident in corridors of sentiment. | |
| I face the wall - discovery terminal, but there's no more false truths | |
| I wish to discover, and | |
| I am physically unable, to tread back down those corridors. | |
| Fountain of youth, oh how | |
| I bathed in your innocence, and now in cold repose, | |
| I must face the bitter truth... |
| zuò cí : Dorrian, Jennings | |
| Fountain of youth, lifespirit flows into a well of truths, of cold and dim repose. | |
| I craved to be as high as the pillowy clouds, to walk amongst the tall, who used to look back down and frown. Chorus: | |
| Now here I stand by the wasteland, where our dreams began. | |
| From these once golden fields our curiosity ran... | |
| I chased the sugar claw through temptation' s door, the bitterness | |
| I found... sweetness | |
| I taste no more | |
| From the play ground to the slayground, the sombre middleground absords the emptiness. Chorus 2: | |
| Look back across the marble sea of discovery, a fountain of innocent flows in juvenescence. | |
| I' m resident in corridors of sentiment. | |
| I face the wall discovery terminal, but there' s no more false truths | |
| I wish to discover, and | |
| I am physically unable, to tread back down those corridors. | |
| Fountain of youth, oh how | |
| I bathed in your innocence, and now in cold repose, | |
| I must face the bitter truth... |