Sitting at the square
You know what will happen
Hear all the dreaming
Feeling all the grief
Stones or asylum
Is your happy fortune
Where to find somebody
Ready to believe
Time will go Your time will go away
There're some thing for which it's no time
You know all, knowfat of every day
But in madness you will survive
Know all my answers
But will ask your questions
Just to make it real
You have to withstand
And your sacred knowledge
Wouldn't be required
So hard to bear
Since you know the end.