I'm freezing; I'm cold   I've fallen into this dark hole   Lights out; in darkness the fears unhold      Drown in waves of no meaning   Through the night I am screaming   Throw me a rope to hold      Empty is the crystal ball; still into emptiness I fall      If I could ride the clouds; if I could crush the hills   Would it mend what's growing chill   How shall I act not to be wasting time   Only a spark; a spark to swift   Too great thy gift      I know not what mighty powers   Granted me this life   But your crown's a heavy load      Lost in this pantomime   I could scream; but noone would hear me   If I could only believe      Empty is the crystal ball; still into emptiness I fall      If I could ride the clouds; if I could crush the hills   Would it mend what's growing chill   How shall I act not to be wasting time   Only a spark; a spark to swift   Too great thy gift      The madman's standing on the hill   Not hearing their laughs; to the sky he cries   You who gave me mind   I hail you, I cruse you   Hear me cry      Give me an answer; how shall I know   Which way to go      Through the road's ahead; too doubtful its bending   Stalling 'til death in fear of its ending      Empty is the crystal ball; still into emptiness I fall      If I could ride the clouds; if I could crush the hills   Would it mend what's growing chill   How shall I act not to be wasting time   Only a spark; a spark to swift   Too great thy gift