Ayreon

From the wind-torn ramparts of the Tower of Hope we survey a thousand futures. Release your
dreams from this electric pinnacle. You must have hope...
[hippie]
we're climbing up the stairs
and hope is flowing through our veins
[futureman]
there's magic everywhere
we've been released of all our chains
[hippie]
we're taking in the view oceans of blue,
fields of green
[futureman]
I fear this can't be true
we're still inside this dream machine
[chorus]
[hippie] I only felt what I wanted to feel
[futureman] I only saw what I wanted to see
[hippie] I'm at the end of my rope