On the altar under the sun

You may believe though he'll never come

Across the emptiness

To soothe your loneliness

To fill the hearts so hollow

To ease the seeking souls

On a rock under the sun

You may believe though

They'll never come

Across the emptiness

To soothe your loneliness

To fill the hearts so hollow

To ease the seeking souls

In here somewhere

Turning and turning again

Idols in the making

We're not the ends of everything

In here nowhere

Turning and turning again

A spirit in time

A soul craving to be recognised

Forever wrecked on the shores of solitude

The rapture of the sun the calm of the moon

On the edge of emptiness

Once meaningful is meaningless

One wonderous beast no more no less

Here I dwell in the core locus of consciousness