Shapes and Perspectives

I choose to travel light

Feathers in my pockets

Head first into the night

Between zigzagging comets

Caught up with dust and stones

And so many other things

Is this my new home?

Is this the place where I'll be king?

I'm somewhere past the sun, somewhere past the sun

And I won't turn back

A thing less, here I come

I hope the two of us will get along

A million miles, where is the dream?

Where is the wind?

Where is the north?

Where is the sea?

A foreign sky, where is the north?

Where is the luck that I could need?

Answer me, answer me

Ten thousand days, two hundred weeks, whatever

Where is the air that I used to breathe?

Behind the haze, beyond the breach

Is there a road? Where does it lead?

Is this the place where things begin?

Is this the place where I'll be king?

Different now, different now

The shapes and perspectives are all different now

Different now, different now

The shapes and perspectives are all different now