Who’s there knocking at my window? The Owl and the Dead Boy. This night whispers my name, All the dying children.
Virgin snow beneath my feet, Painting the world in white. I tread the way and lose myself into a tale.
Come hell or high water. My search will go on. Clayborn Voyage without an end
A nightingale in a golden cage. That’s me locked inside reality’s maze, Come someone make my heavy heart light
Come undone bring me back to life, It all starts with a lullaby
Journey homeward bound, A sound of a dolphin calling. Tearing off the mask of man. The Tower my sole guide.
This is who I am. Escapist, paradise seeker… Farewell now time to fly, Out of sight, out of time, away from all lies