Sitting at the square You know what will happen Hear all the dreaming Feeling all the grief Stones or asylum Is your happy fortune Where to find somebody Ready to believe
Time will go Your time will go away There're some thing for which it's no time You know all, knowfat of every day But in madness you will survive
Know all my answers But will ask your questions Just to make it real You have to withstand And your sacred knowledge Wouldn't be required So hard to bear Since you know the end.