Flowers today bloomin＇ by the pathway;
Linin＇ the edge of tomorrows grave.
Bright shinin＇ way,
Livin＇ in the shadows,
Tryin＇ to be the master of tomorrow＇s slave.
Down in the mine, circled ＇round a diamond;
Serpent of your expectations,
Sleeps a nervous dream.
Circled so fine, like a velvet palace,
Whiles away the passing hours;
Not being what he seems.
Then he creeps into the light;
Speeding up like fire flight,
Now he moves across the forest floor.
Send away the pace of time;
Leave behind the lonely mine,