I open the door, and there lies eternity.
Whose voice is it, that voice calling me from afar?
Who are you, who strokes my hair?
* What my flute tells of is a land of wishes,
and passing time and feelings.
I don't want any friends. (That's a lie.)
I don't even want myself (That's the truth.)
Footprints in the sand are crumbling
# The night is a mystery; it hides the truth
and shows gloom. Bidden by the moon,
the night unfolds.
$ Tears fall from the purple night sky above.
The sky cries on my behalf.
I close my eyes, and there lies eternity.
Whose voice is it that whispers to me from so close?
Who are you, who strokes my cheek?
* Repeat
A doll of sand is crumbling.
# Repeat
Stars fall from the ultramarine night sky above.
The moon sings on my behalf.
$ Repeat