I used to come here Textiles all over, and lamps And colours of centuries flash from the stands Do not lose my hand now We’re in a tempest of sound Our stranger wind brought us here from afar A journey through lightning ending now A song made of light spreading around I just wanna end this ride That life has turned into this rusting pile of pipes Cos I believe that there is more than meets the eye In this script of anger Brought to tears until the Sun died And a journey through lightning en...