No sir.
Oh, in the maze of time, we seek
to find The fragments of dreams
left behind Through the misty vales
of the ancient trees, The trees,
the spurs of tales carried on the
breeze The silence symphony of a
forgotten past In the heart of
dreams we're about to last Oh, oh,
oh Oh, in the maze of time, we
sleep to find The fragments of
dreams left behind Through the
spurs of the wind we rise Sit for
gun and drink, skates where old
hives Oh, in the maze of time, we
sneak to find The sliphates of
dreams left behind Through the
whispers of the wind will rise Sit
for gun and drink, skates where old
hives