A sweeping motion
In the lunar ocean
Silently lures,
To change the universe
It's a wind that will last
Transforming presents to past
Life's abounding mysteries
Turn to fading memories

So, forget about your pain and your sorrow
'Cause it might be to late tomorrow

Like a theif it steals time
Your greatest moments fall into oblivion
It dwells on the world like a coat of rime
Tweaking the beams of the sun

It's the face of history
With a star producing mouth
Its eye has seen the mystery
That created north and south

It ends serenity
And builds a disorted reality
Harsh and bright, it glows
Until you can't trow
Birds can no longer fly
Not even the magic butterfly
That lives in the overlapping points
Of time, that now it's out of joint

The future looks like a hurricane
Trying to bend our souls into endless pain

It twist, it turns, and it bends the presents
It swallows places, places that are lucent

So, release your pain and your sorrow
'Cause it might be to late tomorrow