It is the mind, which creates the world about us
And even though we stand side by side
My eyes will never see what is beheld by yours
My heart won´t respond to your touch

Out of the caverns of the pain
Like a child from the womb, stillborn
Like a ghost from the tomb
I arise and unbuild it again

We don´t see things as they are
We see them as we are
And all that we see or seem to be
Is but a dream within a dream
I see life blorred and shallow every day by day
In this world´s theatre in which I stay

Three death gently descends, from spheres up high
Staring into my cold and humid eyes
You´re closing your eyes, try turning your head
Away from the gloom, trying to forget

But when I start to laugh, she mocks
And when I cry she laughs
And hardens evermore her heart
But when I start to laugh, she mocks
And when I cry she laughs

All things come to the those who wait
I say these words to make me glad
But something answers, soft and sad
They come but often come too late

We don´t see things as they are
We see them as we are
And all that we see or seem to be
Is but a dream within a dream
I see life blorred and shallow every day by day
In this world´s theatre in which I stay

Three death gently descends, from spheres up high
Staring into my cold and humid eyes
You´re closing your eyes, try turning your head
Away from the gloom, trying to forget

But something answers, soft and sad
They come but often come too late

Cause I am sick of this way of life
As life is sick of the way we pretend
But I have walked with death hand in hand
And death´s own hand is warmer than my own!

Out of the caverns of the pain
Like a child from the womb, stillborn
Like a ghost from the tomb
I arise and unbuild it again

We don´t see things as they are
We see them as we are
And all that we see or seem to be
Is but a dream within a dream
I see life blorred and shallow every day by day
In this world´s theatre in which I stay

All things come to those who wait
I say these words to make me glad
But something answers, soft and sad
They come but often come too late