I find myself inside a church deserted by the priests
As shadows shift from grey to red I notice there’s no floor
Transparent air suspends my weight as if I had no mass
Suddenly the moon comes out from the clouded skies

Wet and cold from shifting
Daydreams wakeful in the sleep
Windowpane observing some commotion down below
Waiting for the noise to come to blur the weary mind
Watching as a pastime and I’m the fallen star

Go film – we can all be gods
Go film – we will all be heroes
Go film – we are all immortal
Go film – we will all be safe
Go film – we are all illusions
Go film – and we can never touch

I will shine again with burning light when I return
In and out from foreign shores I’ve gone astray in time
Born to search for something I have never ever seen
On an endless quest to hostile ground and unknown lands

Then the scene go back to where it started and I fall
As shadows shift from red to grey I notice there’s no floor
And gravity awakes me as it throws me to the ground
A million tiny grains of dust obscures me from your eyes