Living eternity in loneliness
Not like all the rest
Praying for a living guest
And for a drop of happiness

In our time, we’re forced to live in shadow
We're always looking for affection to borrow
The streets of our minds are so large
We see the show of the world from a lodge

We are strangers of the light
Enduring everything but night
We are a nightmare of a child
And the masters of the wild

The moon is rising
It is time to hunt for dreams
In the future they might not be just steams