Tell me mother what I have done
Tell me now that the rage has won
Tell me what it could be
Keep memories of others
Send them back to me

Tell me father what is the truth
Going over and back to you
Will the comet collide
The moon is on the rise and the sun is hiding in the night

What a man I would be
The loving being sold doesn’t matter to me
The storys unknown but we know that we try to get by with love of the light,

Because I have always been a
Daydream of colours
But never ever ever have I
Seen so much that freaks me
Out of this world.

Tell me something I need to know
Like the fire that burns below
Tell me all that you hear
A whispering sound that longs before the gods appear,

If you call out beyond the roads,
Like the stories we’ve all been told
All the tales of the night,
Get out if you can cos it’s heading out beyond control

What a man I would be
The loving being sold doesn’t matter to me
The storys unknown but we know that we try to get by with love of the light,

Because I have always been a
Daydream of colours
But never ever ever have I
Seen so much that freaks me
Out of this world.