A sweeping motion 
In the lunar ocean 
Silently lures, 
To change the universe 
It's a wind that will last 
Transforming presents to past 
Life's abounding mysteries 
Turn to fading memories 
So, forget about your pain and your sorrow 
'Cause it might be to late tomorrow 
Like a theif it steals time 
Your greatest moments fall into oblivion 
It dwells on the world like a coat of rime 
Tweaking the beams of the sun 
It's the face of history 
With a star producing mouth 
Its eye has seen the mystery 
That created north and south 
It ends serenity 
And builds a disorted reality 
Harsh and bright, it glows 
Until you can't trow 
Birds can no longer fly 
Not even the magic butterfly 
That lives in the overlapping points 
Of time, that now it's out of joint 
The future looks like a hurricane 
Trying to bend our souls into endless pain 
It twist, it turns, and it bends the presents 
It swallows places, places that are lucent 
So, release your pain and your sorrow 
'Cause it might be to late tomorrow