Lyrics Long Lost Twin - Vold Book

There is a way into better life
Its opening is slim, but it waits for you
There; atop the highest mountain, where
The atmosphere is thin
And the coolness of the air encompasses
Everything, with a dense fog
Your footholds define you
And the way that you intuit
Up that mountainside
Shall be the course of your creation
Or the death upon your mind
Every step is vital to the destiny you are building
No one knows what is there, but it is said that
Transformation is of a certain magic
I believe in the stories, that it is possible
To become more than what is seen
And I shall step into that dream
When my days are at their end
I do not intend to betray you
I will lead you there, if I can

We're high above the tree line
And the currents come alive
Smell the crisp of nature
And feel the wilderness
I can sense the ever-growing
Anticipation, that the mountain
Holds inside
A forcefield of change
A curtain of becoming
Like a butterfly from a tree
This process is ancient and obscure
We have not seen the metamorphosis
Take place, but we are certain that it is
Legendary mountain
Your stories of those who have
Come before, this is our approach
Our reckoning

A storm is gathering, high above the
Cliffs; gentle rain fall down upon us
And beat with evermore splendor
Your persistence is magnified
The crest awaits as we welcome
Your reticent waters
Cloak your true intentions, and
Give us everything you've got
We have not come here to dally
We are open and secure with resolve
To penetrate the question, at all costs
Our very lives hang in the balance
And everything is bright, with aptitude

Like a desert of the air, invisible and charmed
Vistas of illusion bedazzle the mind's eye
To go beyond all forms material
To the wells of light inside
Our retinas are ill-equipped to ascertain truth
But that is what you will change for us
And that is why we are here

I opened a door, and she was
Nowhere to be seen
The illusions of fantasy were thick
In the pressing storm
All was but a memory that
Happened long ago; my love
Had taken her own life
We cannot know the future
You see; silver sails broken
My quest had been in vain
There was no one waiting for me here
She had spiraled down to a dark place
Where the light can never shine
Eurydice my love
I cannot reach you there
And so I take the tragedy
Of what you mean to me
And invert it now
I am converted to your path
I will reach you somehow

I can see her turn to me, a holo-
Graphic encounter; somewhere in
The countryside, beneath a willow
Tree; sometime in the 19th century
We are together, and although
The dream isn't real
I welcome the suggestion
And posit what may be

We awaken to find ourselves resting
On the summit; a new day is here
And the memory remains
It's not the same as it was yester-
Day; for we have changed, and it
Appears that the world has too
Little, subtle signs that we're no longer
Where we started; the extent of which
Shall become clear through exploration
I can see why the mountain is
A passage, and its legend is valid
Perhaps below we'll meet
Others who came this way
But what's certain is that we
Cannot turn back now
Am I a man, who dreamt
Of becoming a mountain
Or a mountain dreaming
That I was a man
It is clear that the question does not
Satisfy; for both are true, they are
Identical: one and the same
Let's go down the path now and see
What there is to see; follow me, or
I can follow you if you'd like
You follow your heart, and
All things fade in a soft vignette
That ushers in the wind
Where to now I can
Only pretend to know
For what's to come is yours
As everything has shown