Prophecy is The fear in knowing things beforehand Above the sky and matters We can't help but stay here A bird flies over the borderline Glancing over a thousand earths Gravity sets me free Tempts me in And keeps me at a loss With electrons arcing away The world gets entangled like a grapevine Twisting one of the molecule's arms So it's fit to the shape of my chest Throwing myself off from the wharf Sliding over the borderline between the real And the imaginary The bird flies Flies through the borderline between the real And the imaginary I dared to pick up the phone receiver Which nobody had ever tried to pick up Memories have then grown thinner The air's scenting of rains and a mystery Prophecy is the fear in knowing things beforehand Above the sky and matters We can't help but stay here