If your world is floating and round
And your colors spring out from the eye
There is no such a thing as ground
You can not be that far from the sky

What if a party took place
Leaving behind a smell of cheers
At the very spot where dwells your disgrace
Then, would you miss the taste of your tears?

Doesn’t it make you feel free?
To be the son of the mystery

Which has no need to be solved

Find it out by yourself, but for me,

I would trade a whole chapter in History

For a verse in the Book of the Souls.