I never wanted guidance To tell me where to find A light in the darkness Cause the dark I'd push aside No time for dreaming of a distant Paradise No time for tales of good and evil
Another correlation: as above so below Another analysing where illusions fail to show The face of the maker who'd leave you alone Without a sense of comprehension
When that meadow - in front of my eyes - will have dried away Will my senses wither like flowers on my grave Will this wave of becoming flow into the void of time
The final hour: When Never and Now become one Will I find the orchid The final hour: Door to the garth of eternity? Or withered orchid meadows? Everybody's praying But what if God is just a threat And everybody's straying? If only they would just forget Everybody's craving For a ghost light in the haze: You'll lose your minds one after another
Everybody's craving For what doesn't have a name or a face So reason could fit it in the frame In quest of the orchid: A glimmer in the daze Till I awake to the sound of rigour
What if that meadow in your mind is just a fantasy? And if it wanted to be seen why must you believe?
Will this wave of becoming flow into the void of time
The final hour When Never and Now become one
Will I find the orchid
The final hour Door to the garth of eternity
Or withered orchid meadows
Black orchid Strange and beautiful Oh black orchid I must find you
I remember that morning He had to be told What he couldn't remember After he'd spoken to the wall
And I gave to repression What I must not have seen What even believers Must unlearn to unbelieve
The final hour When Never and Now become one Will I find the orchid The final hour Door to the garth of eternity
Or withered orchids The final hour When Never and Now become one