A labyrinth made of time, of faces, places, moments, and you're right at the center Sunset eyes, they know all you have to say. Sunset eyes, you can never look away. Sunset eyes, they know everything you've seen. Sunset eyes, What you feel and what you mean. Somewhere above us the Universe cracks a smile as She whistles to herself with the pride of another job well done. Sunset eyes, they tell all you need to know Sunset eyes, they will lead where you must go Sunset eyes, made of gold and burning bright Sunset eyes, in the forests of the night.

When we walk the clock stops ticking. Time stands still. And the sun is only waiting for us. There's the rain that falls around us. Lights go out and faces disappear. There's another world around us. There's the music no one else can hear. We don't stand a chance, here it comes now. Emerald halls and hidden doorways underground. Atom bombs and dying neon marquees. There's no one else to see this world. There's no one here to mess this up. There's the rain that falls around us. Lights go out and faces disappear. There's another world around us. There's the music no one else can hear. They can hear us in the darkness. They don't speak our language. And the sun is right above us, but it doesn't matter when we walk. We don't stand a chance, here it comes now. Then the world is rapidly ending. But the stars don't want to say goodnight.

He has flown all over He has seen the world He has tasted every colour of the sky He's looked down at children Calling out his name And their laughter could be heard from way up high Tell me, ancient bird, Could you share with me all that you have heard, all there is to see? Learn to fly and hear the stories they'll tell About a bird who knows a song from every land Not afraid to soar above where others fell Takes the leap, and the world is at his hand He has winked at lovers Seen the start of wars He's seen murderers walk free while heroes die As the world got smaller On and on he went Ever forward with the sunrise in his eye Tell me, ancient bird, Could you share with me all that you have heard, all there is to see? Learn to fly and hear the stories they'll tell About a bird who knows a song from every land Not afraid to soar above where others fell Takes the leap, and the world is at his hand Fly on high Close your eyes Breathe the skies On and on Sing the song Let it rise Now the song is quiet And the air is still And from here the trees look so hopelessly tall. And his chest is rusty And his wings are bare But he wouldn't trade one second of it all.

There was a gathering down at the cottage a fancy feast put together by the crown a garden party in honour of the princess and folks were coming from all around A band of jesters arrived to the party and started playing not a minute too soon. But there was one of them fixed on the Princess, not really caring to follow the tune. The lords and ladies all slowly fell silent and the musicians then too followed suit but never taking his eyes off his royal muse the silly man kept on strumming his lute The crowned heads hung in mortification The faces under the crowns were all red "For this offense you'll be thrown in a dungeon and, come the morning, we'll cut off your head!" The Princess came in to his rescue "Don't chop off his head!" And asked him to please run away But they will meet again and again He will never stop playing her song till the end of time. Till the end of time.

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She sits upon the wreckage, ragged and forgotten. You know that she's seen better days. There's no one looking for her, no one who will spot and rescue her from that dark place. So she sits and she prays to the gods for a breeze that will take her back to land. Maybe if the wind picks her up, she'll dance again. So she sits and she prays to the gods and she waits for the time is at hand. Maybe if the wind picks her up, she'll dance again.

Flying Ophelia. Flying Ophelia. Floating Ophelia. Drifting Ophelia. Dreaming Ophelia. Dreaming Ophelia. Sleeping Ophelia. Smiling Ophelia. Sinking Ophelia. Dying Ophelia. Smiling Ophelia.

She walks into the house she knows what colour the wall used to be Somebody has been waiting for so long... And old lady calls out, she's heard a voice and she comes out to see. They stare at each other. The girl is surprised. The lady falls silent, remembers those eyes. A shining sun, the colour of a million stones, the ocean when the winds are at their calmest, an ancient story told through threads of flesh and bone, all gather here to keep the Holy Promise. The lady reaches up above the cupboard and takes a wooden box. It smells of time and memories and love. She beckons to the girl for her to open the box and look inside. A brown paper package. She lets out a sigh. The old lady's smiling. The girl starts to cry. A shining sun, the colour of a million stones, the ocean when the winds are at their calmest, an ancient story told through threads of flesh and bone, all gather here to keep the Holy Promise. She starts to remember the promise forgotten. She's been here before, a lifetime ago. She's looking at me now, like meaning to ask "how?" I say "Don't you get it? How could we forget it?" A shining sun, the colour of a million stones, the ocean when the winds are at their calmest, an ancient story told through threads of flesh and bone, all gather here to keep the Holy Promise.

(Instrumental) i. The Sunny Lane. ii. The Shadow Lane. iii. The Moon Lane.

Super busy station scene at the crack of dawn, but no-one's picking up our bags. Families frowning, couples growling, they look like they've gone through hell. Guess no-one's happy all the time. And the horses didn't fly that day as we jumped into the Milky Way, as we listened to the church bells toll, we held hands and flew so far away. Conversations all around, they can drive you mad. I can't take this, not for long. Screaming voices, awful noises, please help me to keep them out. Won't you sing me one more song? And the horses didn't fly that day, as we moved into the Milky Way, while we listened to the church bells toll, we held hands and flew so far away. So you climb up the stairs and turn around, a million miles above the ground. Every time you look back, you'll find me there as our voices wander through the air. Every day we are learning. Every day we are learning. Then this angry sea of faces turns to mist before your eyes. And the winds will guide your way back home. You can't fight the wind. You can't fight the wind. Feels so long ago. And the horses didn't fly that day as we flew into the Milky Way. While we listened to the church bells toll...

She doesn't recall how she made it here, she said she simply got lost. Though that hadn't happened in hundreds of years. She found us. Wandering around in a maze of crooked stairs, she took a wrong turn somewhere. And through desert halls of glass and bone, she found us. We clearly could not let her go. The knowledge must never be spoken. The kingdom that no one must know. The silence must never be broken. Who who who, who was this strange lady? Who who who, who had sent her here? Who who who, Knows how long she's stayed here? Who who who? Year after year. In time, she became one of us. Her eyes started opening wide. She learnt to look over her shoulder and watch every possible side. She learnt to pull twigs out from her wings with her mouth. She learnt that she's really not supposed to fly south. She learnt to take shelter when the wind roars and howls. (The lessons you gather when you live among owls). Who who who, who was this strange lady? Who who who, who had sent her here? Who who who, Knows how long she's stayed here? Who who who? Year after year. And no matter what we would like to believe, we could not stop her now. If one day she felt that she wanted to leave, we just wouldn't know how. Her wings have grown large enough to cover the sun. The blackest of nights will fall here when she's gone. So please don't take away the joy you bring, don't turn away from everything, don't fly away to chase the Spring, don't you forget the way to Owl Kingdom.