Fountain of youth, lifespirit flows into a well of truths, of cold and dim repose. I craved to be as high as the pillowy clouds, to walk amongst the tall, who used to look back down and frown.
Chorus: Now here I stand by the wasteland, where our dreams began. From these once golden fields our curiosity ran...
I chased the sugar claw through temptation's door, the bitterness I found... sweetness I taste no more. From the playground to the slayground, the sombre middleground absorbs the emptiness.
Chorus 2: Look back across the marble sea of discovery, a fountain of innocence flows in juvenescence.
I'm resident in corridors of sentiment, I face the wall --- discovery terminal, but there's no more false truths I wish to discover, and I am physically unable, to tread back down those corridors. Fountain of youth, oh how I bathed in your innocence, and now in cold repose, I must face the bitter truth...
Chorus: Now here I stand by the wasteland, where our dreams began. From these once golden fields our curiosity ran...