And in the ruins
Caught in the noose around me,
Glasses tell lies.
Wondering when
To do it again of another
Flying to the sky,
Somewhere flying high.
Astral travller,
Leaving without her,
Wondring where lives go;
In and out the valley below.

Once in the air,
We could expect a great respect in being.
(astral travller.)
Memories fly
Over the sky, and oh, the
Sights worth seeing,
Just believin.
Astral travller,
Leaving without her,
Wondring where lives go;
In and out the valley below.