We scaled the face of reason
  To find at least one sign
  That could reveal the true dimensions
  Of life lest we forget
  
  And maybe it's easier to withdraw from life
  With all of it's misery and wretched lies
  Away from harm
  
  We lay by cool still waters
  And gazed into the sun
  And like the moth's great imperfection
  Succumbed to her fatal charm
  
  Any maybe it's me who dreams unrequited love
  The victim of fools who watch and stand in line
  Away from harm
  
  In our vain pursuit of life for one's own end
  Will this crooked path ever cease to end