Voices from his heady music Speak of time and space Magical, immortal They reveal a hidden place A field grown wild with brambles Where stands a single tree "Go there on a starry night to know a mystery" That he and no one else would ever see Chronometree
Spoken from the headphones Held tightly to his face Directions to the oaken tower In the lonely place Symbols flood into his mind The music holds the key Put the plan to paper To behold the mystery That he and no one else would ever see Chronometree
A plan revealed Time is standing still And all will know that I'm no ordinary man Just a symptom I fear The real illness hides in the bones, down deep inside Here is science By alien alliance Now all of time is just a slave to my desire Is it something you hear? Or something you want to believe? I think you know. Some days you wish you could leave, but then where would you go?
