You shout in your sleep.
Perhaps the price is just too steep.
Is your conscience at rest if once put to the test?
You awake with a start to just the beating of your heart.
Just one man beneath the sky, just two ears, just two eyes.
You set sail across the sea of long past thoughts and memories.
Childhood's end, your fantasies merge with harsh realities.
And then as the sail is hoist, you find your eyes are growing moist.
All the fears never voiced say you have to make your final choice.
Who are you and who am I to say we know the reason why?
Some are born; some men die beneath one infinite sky.
There'll be war, there'll be peace.
But everything one day will cease.
All the iron turned to rust; all the proud men turned to dust.
And so all things time will mend.
So this song will end.