Invoke The Machine by Avantasia
Home to the land of the living
Roused by a sound I confide
And what I am to cast my tired eyes upon
Where was I when the clock had been alive?
I see a marvel right in front of me
There's a man, who's got tomorrow in his hands
Don't you see what you are meant to be
Outside your cloud-cuckoo-land
Time won't wait for those who stay behind
To wait for Time
In these tangible realms hesitation's a crime
In the night:
A secret mysterious dream
Dead of night,
While the town lies asleep
We invoke the machine
Those dreams that you hummed to yourself once
How far will you reach out to make them come true
Will you turn around to shirk from duty
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