Texty: Michael Kiske. Crosstown.

You pretend that you own the stars
And all of your days are free
You believe that you fill the hours
And you size how far to see

Tell me what it means to be
Show me what it means to feel
I know that you think that you're real

Sooner some will get the matter
Sooner one will tame forever
Sooner than you know, you know what you are

Sooner one will match your limit
Sooner one will soon regret it
Sooner than you know, you know who you are

You believe that you know the cure
Born with a golden ass
This poem has been heard before
But some seek the new, god bless

Give me a word that means
Show me a truth that feeds
And sell me some more than you see

Sooner some will get the matter
Sooner one will tame forever
Sooner than you know, you know what you are

Sooner one will match your limit
Sooner one will soon regret it
Sooner than you know, you know who you are

When you search, turn your head to tomorrow
While you awake clean your heart tasting sorrow
You can go, you can go

Sooner some will get the matter
Sooner one will tame forever
Sooner than you know, you know what you are

Sooner one will match your limit
Sooner one will soon regret it
Sooner than you know, you know who you are