Anywhere Out of the World

We scale the face of reason To find at least one sign That could reveal the true dimension Of life, lest we forget. And maybe it's easier to withdraw from life With all of its misery and wretched lies Away from harm We lay by cool, still waters And gazed into the sun And like the moth's great imperfection Succumbed to her fatal charms And maybe it's me who dreams of requited love The victim of fools who stand in line. Away from harm. In our vain pursuit of life for ones own end Will this crooked path ever cease to end? --- Anywhere out of the World - Dead Can Dance