Somnambulist stands aware, of dream
Sleepwalker sees within a nightmare
A spiral staircase moving between floors
Sleepwalker sees within a nightmare
A spiral staircase moving between floors
The world looks no better in waking state
No hope left, but the days of joy are past
Make hay as the sun is high, sure to care
I'm without foundation, crying tears of fate
The golden days of childhood go by fast
The time for freedom and reaping the wind
Goes far away soon, swift beyond compare
All we must hold upon flees our grasp
There is nothing left within
The substance inside us tears
Reality revealed in a slap
Saying it is now done
