Children twisting through the trees   unconscious and unguilty   here we're alone      A final confession    as I ask for a high drive   before I take this plunge   I wipe my eyes dry      I sleep as a savior   with power as a dreamer   someone take me away   crack the window like a rib   let our heat escape    the pain the sky      Stand in line for the next great adventure   no one takes steps like me      The next generation has abolished   All the pioneers of this golden age   and acclaimed the harmony in all this   beautiful disharmony      Stand in line for the next great adventure   no one takes steps like me   Comfort is a word of the past   and damnation is my kind of free      send me the sunset   or the history of torture   it's being without this faith    that brought this together      Stand in line for the next great adventure   no one takes steps like me   Comfort is a word of the past   and damnation is my kind of free