It's the riptide, the grain of a strong gale One ridge of a rugged universe Feet leave no prints and vision is without sight And yet when most I wink then do mine eyes best see the unknown As we commit our bodies we become absorbed Multiple dimensions wait for us There might be a world where day and night coexist Beside an ornamental flower A tree stretches out its hideous branch The perfectly square mirror reveals a twisted scene In that dream, I face a completely different me Thy fair imperfect shade through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay ♪ ♪ And when we wake at this tunnel's end What vision awaits?