Fountain of youth, lifespirit flows

into a well of truths, of cold and dim repose.

I craved to be as high as the pillowy clouds,

to walk amongst the tall, who used to look back down and frown.



[Chorus:]

Now here I stand by the wasteland, where our dreams began.

From these once golden fields our curiosity ran...



I chased the sugar claw through temptation's door,

the bitterness I found...sweetness I taste no more

From the play ground to the slayground,

the sombre middleground absords the emptiness.



[Chorus 2:]

Look back across the marble sea of discovery,

a fountain of innocent flows in juvenescence.



I'm resident in corridors of sentiment.

I face the wall - discovery terminal,

but there's no more false truths I wish to discover,

and I am physically unable, to tread back down those corridors.

Fountain of youth, oh how I bathed in your innocence,

and now in cold repose, I must face the bitter truth...