Voices from his heady music
Speak of time and space
Magical, immortal
They reveal a hidden place
A field grown wild with brambles
Where stands a single tree
"Go there on a starry night
to know a mystery"
That he and no one else would ever see
Chronometree

Spoken from the headphones
Held tightly to his face
Directions to the oaken tower
In the lonely place
Symbols flood into his mind
The music holds the key
Put the plan to paper
To behold the mystery
That he and no one else would ever see
Chronometree

A plan revealed
Time is standing still
And all will know that
I'm no ordinary man
Just a symptom I fear
The real illness hides in the bones,
down deep inside
Here is science
By alien alliance
Now all of time is just a slave to my desire
Is it something you hear?
Or something you want to believe?
I think you know.
Some days you wish you could leave,
but then where would you go?