In the beginning. There was the cold and the night. Prophets and angels gave us the fire and the light. Man was triumphant. Armed with the faith and the will.
In the middle of the night. I go walking in my sleep. From the mountains of faith. To the river so deep. . I must be looking for something. Something sacred I lost.
Advice is cheap you can take it from me. It's yours to keep 'cause opinions are free. Nobody knows about the trouble I've seen. Nobody's perfect, mister, nobody's clean.