So we restored harmony

Smooth the lines on the face

Of an old enemy

But there's no wood on the fire again

We could meet in a place you know where

I know when to go



Skip like a stone on the water

Fall with no trace to lie permanently



Into the valley we roam

Where we fumble around

Until we find our way home

Yet all we have is an old ball of string

Will it reach to the end of this old laborynth

No.



Skip like a stone on the water

Fall with no trace to lie permantly