Seekers of Hearts

We the seekers of hearts
find ourselves in strange places
We the seekers of hearts
World movers earth shakers

You're maybe on the other side
In the temple of the lost
Where the aria of destiny is played
by a cold hand on a slightly out of tune piano
Where blood and wine are mixed as a cocktail called despair

Where the cold wind of change blows
Where a train stops but once
at a station with no name
in this land of never-never
Where you forgot to remember why you came,
and why you stayed

We the seekers of hearts
find ourselves in strange places
We the seekers of hearts
World movers earth shakers