Light A glimpse of the new misshapen life And a blurred sight of what it hides Set to steer towards what they call demise Toward what you'll hide The wing flap of dragonflies Bends the wires of muddy grass The unknown n' uncharted Where am I? Way too high Eventide I Don't get this fleck of dust over my stripes Struggling not to grow old fast and dry And getting ready for the final blast Which blows all the rust The shot quills of porcupine Bend the strings of space and time The unknown n' uncharted Where am I? Way too high Eventide Eventide