Morphing Thru Time

Earth, a biosphere
A complex, subtly-balanced life support system

Et turtur nidum
Ubi reponat pullos suos
Altaria tua
Domine virtutum
Rex meus
Et Deus meus

We are floating over the line
Let us follow our mind
All our life we'll wait for the answer
And the question is: why?

If we're following our mind
We can glide into light
No one knows if there'll be an answer
While we're morphing thru time

We are floating over the line
Let us follow our mind
All our life we'll wait for the answer
And the question is: why?

(We're just travellers in endless space)

If we're following our mind
We can glide into light
No one knows if there'll be an answer
While we're morphing thru time