Strictly Confidential

Before I die, I'll write this letter

Here are the secrets you must know

Until the cloak of evening shadow

Changes to mantle of the dawn

Will it be sunny then I wonder?

Rolling and turning

How can I sleep?

Hold on 'til morning

What if I fall?

Over the hills and down the valleys

Soaring aloft and far below

Lying on stony ground, the fragments

Truth is the seed we tried to sow

Marking the time spent on our journey

There isn't much we have to show

Counting the cost in money only

Strikes me as funny don't you know?

Tongue tied the thread of conversation

Weighing the words one tries to use

Nevertheless communication

This is the gift you must not lose

Haunting me always are the voices

(Tell us are you ready now?)

Sometimes I wonder if they're real

(We're ready to receive you now)

Or is it my own imagination?

(Have you any more to say?)

Guilt is a wound that's hard to heal

(It's a cross you have to bear)

Could it be evil thoughts become me

(Tell us what you're thinking now)

Some things are better left unsaid

Magical moment

The spell it is breaking

There is no light here

Is there no key?