On the altar under the sun You may believe though he'll never come Across the emptiness To soothe your loneliness To fill the hearts so hollow To ease the seeking souls On a rock under the sun You may believe though They'll never come Across the emptiness To soothe your loneliness To fill the hearts so hollow To ease the seeking souls In here somewhere Turning and turning again Idols in the making We're not the ends of everything In here nowhere Turning and turning again A spirit in time A soul craving to be recognised Forever wrecked on the shores of solitude The rapture of the sun the calm of the moon On the edge of emptiness Once meaningful is meaningless One wonderous beast no more no less Here I dwell in the core locus of consciousness
