Nedtecknat under en Sushi-lunch...
You want access to the time portal
Evidently you want to be immortal
Whatever you'll always claim
We still guess that is your aim
Trusted future, trusted past
We already know that it wont't last
While this is a strong belief
It will at the end become a relief
Knowing that all the pain
Wasn't all in vain
When time is coming to an end
It won't matter the time you spend
Looking, dreaming, thinking
Looking, dreaming, thinking