don't look down upon the atmosphere

wings of stealth are broken dreams

don't look back upon your learned years

you seem blind to what you've seen

now i see how far the ground

has fallen down and round and round



time is a river and life flows away

into the valley of dreams you've made

soon i'll be surfing that cold astral plane

where the dreams and the nightmares are one and the same



don't look now upon your history

dead end streets of futures spurned

don't look up to all you wish to be

winding path of your sojourn

can you see how far the ground

has fallen down and round and round



time is a river and life flows away

into the valley of dreams you've made

soon i'll be surfing that cold astral plane

where the dreams and the nightmares are one and the same