Tekster: Trance Of Mine. Reflections. Reality.

[ P. Roberts, I. Plant, P. Laroche ]

Remember the times of liberty
When ideas and hopes were dancing
On the sundance of life letting free

For long the waiting seemed so fine
Longing to reveal cherished vision
Changing the innocence in line
Time betrays the serenade of illusions

Tonight i sense the years' decay
An unveiled futility
Life is concealed within the days

I refuse to see
I stand for my dying pride
I refuse to see
The sight of cold reality

Many are the years, and yet I feel
This path was never designed to be
Why do darkening shades conceal
The hour when i ceased to see

Tonight i sense the years' decay
An unveiled futility
Life is concealed within the days

I refuse to see
I stand for my dying pride
I refuse to see
The sight of cold reality

I refuse to see
I stand for my dying pride
I refuse to see
The sight of cold reality