Texty: Kayak. Coming Up For Air. Alienation.

Time goes by
Drifting away
Where, how or why
No one can really say

We've come, we'll pass
Floating along
Like weightless mass
Beneath a dying sun

We wonder and
Watch the orbiting moon in the sky
And far beyond
We stumble and
Follow the road from the end
Till beginning
We are
Travelling alone
Our destination
Alienation

We analyze
To know the rules
We sacrifice
The dreamers and the fools

The more we learn
The less we are
Part of the world
Beneath the dying star

We wonder and
All we see is the truth in disguise
Unlike the child
That we must have
Lost on the road from the end
Till beginning
We are
Still on our own
Our destination
Alienation