Chisel the stone, inward there you go
Pretty soon you'll learn there's nowhere left to go or turn
The halls, the mirrors, the chains, the fears
And breath you'll hold
But the crowning queen, well she's spinning like the world
And she goes on and on, she goes
The teller of tales of stories long forgot
He's still speaking in tongues and he's rolling in the plot
With a wheel that spins, without, within a heart of fire
With his breath upon the embers as the flames grow higher
And he goes on and on, he goes
The truth can die ever so young
Reborn upon the beds
Of the dying tongue so many have sworn
For all truths to be said
Night it falls upon desire where forgotten dreams can be seen
In our eternal flames and fire our bodies wax and wane
And it goes on and on, it goes
