Žodžiai dainai: Luren Hoffman. Choreography. Out Of The Sky, Into The Sea.

Don't want to go where they are cruel and cold
Turning me into stone, making me dry
Give me this warmth, a sunbeam to live in, a window to look out of?
Misery blooms on the stem of suppression
The world that you see is the one you believe
Sleeping in poppies, lost in the forest

Out of the sky, into the sea,
Disappear under here pulled by the tide
Give me an island; I am an island

Don't want to go where they pull out the mold,
Casting me out of clay, making me dry
Give me this warmth, a sunbeam to live in, a window to look out of?
Shut out the sights, pull tight the sheets,
They live in the dark and their faces you see
By the sliver of light through a cracked open door?

Castles and kings await you my sweet
Dragons will fly you far, far from here
Where the concrete enfolds you
And they mould you of steel