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