Outro : The Wormhole lyrics

It’s the rip tide,

the grain of a strong gale

one ridge of a rugged universe.

Feet leave no prints

and vision is without sight, and yet

when most I wink, then do mine eyes best see the unknown.

As we commit our bodies, we become absorbed.

Multiple dimensions wait for us.

There might be a world where day and night coexist.

Beside an ornamental flower, a tree stretches out its hideous branch.

The perfectly square mirror reveals a twisted scene.

In that dream I face a completely different me.

Thy fair imperfect shade through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay,

and when we wake at this tunnel’s end

what vision awaits?