Uncovering all the subtle lines
Connecting throughout the mind
It's an ideal design
One beckoning from inside
The wind will go where it desires
The sound may fade, but never dies
Now time is time, and time is all we have here
Time is time, time is all we have
And time is all we have here
The autumn leaves make a quiet sound
Their life is whispered as they fall to the ground
The darkest forest begins to see the light
The loneliest places are brimming with life
Relying on will to deliver the signs
Seeing clearly what's born in the mind
Believing that when I open my eyes
I'll see exactly what has been designed
Inside