…you and I, we're like fireworks and symphonies exploding in the sky.. Whit you, I'm alive... Like all the missing pieces of my heart, they finally collide…

…past houses, farms & fields Passin′ graves that have no name, freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of rusted automobiles Good mornin' America, how are you? Don't you know me? I′m your native son! I′m the…

…horn The enemy is getting closer So brace yourselves for assault! Swords in their hands they killed each and every man Who dared to invade their sacred land Victory songs are raising in the night Telling all of their…

…In sleep he sang to me In dreams he came That voice which calls to me And speaks my name And do I dream again? For now I find The Phantom of the Opera is there Inside my mind Sing once again with me Our strange duet…

…of storytime and the river ghosts Of mermaids, of Whitman's and the Ride Raving harlequins, gigantic toys A song of me a song in need Of a courageous symphony A verse of me a verse in need Of a pure heart singing me to…

…say: "I dream what you're dreaming And feel what you're feeling Love's the shadow on our wall With the face of God" Nothing will be enough For the ones who keep on stumbling In the garden of withering trust Without the…

…without so much speed, people are just speaking all the time, its just a big joke, no-one can hide. Our life just roll the same way, so small circle, that there is no place for people, really to stay. All the fun just splits apart, its the way of living in earth, people just want to have fun.…

…dying song We hum along to the evening sun Till we are no more Little deaths to a dying song Sound a lot like life I've seen these dreams being crushed by a single thought And felt the envy of sadness engulf all warmth…

…sign; a blood red sky. Then beyond the dark stream we will ride. The path of mortals, So narrow and brutal. Only bravest of them all Will find true valours Decaying souls of men, Who trust in false omens, Will drown in…