I see miles and miles of mountains on my side,
the sea washes on at my feet, throwing herself blindly at me.
What I am to me, flicks of real and imagery,
the ground ain't what it seems,
just another face waiting to turn up soon.

I see a million stars twinkle on,
as million lives flicker on and off.
The wind blows easy ceaseless on its way,
as I walk on, to lands of everbright skies.