At the edge of the mountain, I stood by a door, what lies beyond, no one knows.
Who made this and why we’re here?
I don’t know, but the answer is out there.
Lightin my lantern in the dark cosmos, I found some harsh realities.
Really, I am just a pig in the flight, Pilot must be something big.
At the edge of the mountain, I stood by a door, what lies beyond, someone knows.
Through the dark haze,
Dawn shines on my face.
I gawk how soothing are those rays.
Though we’ve found some small clues, pass’-partout is still in the dreams.
At the edge of the ridge, I stood by a door, what lies beyond, we will know.......
