No soul in a black tar road through time

I went to see what society had to say,

And found a city framed in papier-mâché.

All the tourists were trapped in tongue twisters,

Paying to see what's freely displayed,

But there were no locals left to listen anyway,

Only foreigners showing foreigners the way.

Here stands the city of broken minds.

Here stand people bruised and blind.

There is no soul in a black tar road through time.

I try to teach them of the eternal inside,

But they only believe what they see,

And what we see just cannot be

All that there is, because my heartbeats

Are invisible to me.

And sunshine doesn't light the bottom of the seas,

And my mind doesn't fight the truth it feels.

So if you're running in the race

And you just don't feel like keeping pace,

Baby, I'm taking a trip into space.

And honey, if you're coming, tie up your shoelace.

And when we return to this place,

We'll wander through the woods

To where the mountain stands and stood.

And we'll watch the city falling, and we'll fall in love.