The tick of a clock is the passing of time
But which part of time has been lost...

I used to fly but he took my wings.
The wound had healed but now it stings...

I have a very clever friend,
His name is Mr Plant...

By the way you're looking at me
With the twinkle in your eye...

Twinkling stars,
shining moon...

Beneath the glowing mask
the beauty of the soul is shining...