In the Beginning (Live at The Marquee, London)

Pages were written, turned yellow, the age of the rhyme
Sadly confused by us all with the passing of time

Oh no, I tell you no lie, no madman am I
Give me another chance in another way
Give me another time in another day
Give me another part in another play

Silken the hand that has touched me and helped me till now
Torment replaces the feelings that face you somehow

Words that are whispered surround me and call to my ear
Courage embrace me, though tears may forsake me, I fear

Will someone take my place?
I'm the prince of dreams, no one knows my face
I come to rest my mind
Help me understand, see what I can find

What's this before me now?
What's that behind?
It's the prophet of the morning star
He's not so blind

He calls to me so clear
Saying very soon, sorrow will be here
But before they pull you down
There's just one chance, for you to stay around

Or else a war to end all wars
Sink without a trace
I am the prince of dreams
And you shall know my face
You're going to know my face

Find the light that shines on everyone
Someone shines the light for me
Look inside yourself to understand
The question's answered, now I see

I am your life
I am your life
I am your god-given life