[Aaron Blackwell] I never wanted guidance To tell me where to find A light in the darkness Cause the dark I'd push aside No time for dreaming of a distant Paradise No time for tales of good and evil
[Reason] Another correlation: as above so below Another analysing where illusions fail to show the face of the maker who'd leave you alone without a sense of comprehension
[Aaron Blackwell] When the meadow - in front of my eyes - will have dried away Will my senses wither like flowers on my grave Will this wave of becoming flow into the void of time
The final hour: When Never and Now become one Will I find the orchid The final hour: Door to the garth of eternity? Or withered orchid meadows?
[Reason] Everybody's praying But what if God is just a threat and everybody's straying? If only they would just forget everybody's craving for a ghost light in the haye: You'll lose your minds one after another
[Aaron Blackwell] Everybody's craving for what doesn't have a name or a face So reason could fit it in the frame In quest of the orchid: A glimmer in the daze Till I awake to the sound of rigour
[Reason] What if that meadow in your mind is just a fantasy? And if it wanted to be seen why must you believe?
[Aaron Blackwell] Will this wave of becoming flow into the void of time
[Reason] The final hour When Never and Now become one
[Aaron Blackwell] Will I find the orchid
[Reason] The final hour Door to the garth of eternity
[Aaron Blackwell] Or withered orchid meadows
Black orchid Strange and beautiful Oh black orchid I must find you
[Reason] I remember that morning He had to be told What he couldn't remember After he'd spoken to the wall
[Aaron Blackwell] And I gave to repression What I must not have seen What even believers Must unlearn to unbelieve
[Lead Guitar: Bruce Kulick]
[Aaron Blackwell] The final hour When Never and Now become one Will I find the orchid The final hour Door to the garth of eternity
[Reason] Or withered orchids The final hour When Never and Now become one
[Aaron Blackwell] Will I find the orchid
[Reason] The final hour Door to the garth of eternity
[Aaron Blackwell] Or withered black orchid meadows