Come take my hand
Together we will travel
The winding path
To the high mountain
Let us throw our lasso's
Into the face of the wind
With their shining they call
To the Silver Surfer
His board will bring us
Further
We will linger amongst
The warm and the cold
Generated by the endless darkness
Time is then without meaning
Who knows where he sleeps
There in the nebulous emptiness
He brooks no visitors
We pass by his dominions
With a swoosh of tides
Are we swimming against
The currents of our lives?
