And in the ruins Caught in the noose around me, Gla**es tell lies. Wondering when To do it again of another Flying to the sky, Somewhere flying high. Astral trav'ller, Leaving without her, Wond'ring where lives go; In and out the valley below. Once in the air, We could expect a great respect in being. (Astral trav'ller.) Memories fly Over the sky, and oh, the Sight's worth seeing, Just believin'. Astral trav'ller, Leaving without her, Wond'ring where lives go; In and out the valley below.