They say its all for nothingncreation no more than a place of mocking woena waking wait in slumberlandnyeah, time is a lionnno one can rely on itnnthey askingnwhere's my promised glory, where's my fate?nthey don't knownthey're closer to the truth than God - so sentimentalnnThey're the seekers sick and pleading for the vision to see Eternityna cloud to make a homensome alchemy of life's debrisnThey are seekers who will live and die of wishing to see Eternitynleave all your bets, its such a wonderful lawnnWe stand in heaven's doorwaynin hell's parade at every momentnand so instead of mourningnwhy not let's celebratenevery day out of lifennIn place of real emotionnkill off that little love your heart can findnfor those not of your kindnbe that your foolish maker's disaster plan?noh yeah, you got it in writingnnThey're the wonders not perceiving they're a wake on the seanEternitynClean as the stars are oldnever the burning brightly freenWe are wonders ever feeding what the minute could benEternitynTrade imitations for the wonderful lawnnRare as the dust of worldsnon one finger is your bone and memorynand love is only lovena cold wind can turn it to painnwe could be all we ever wantednor head for a crash landing