Wuthering Heights

Strange how the world shrinks while you grow up
Some of it seems so long ago
It cannot really have been me at all
As future turns to past
Premonition turns to reminiscence
Reality to mythology
Doors wide open
Somehow some memories
Are growing ever stronger
Ever clearer
As doors begin to shut
Tell me, why must my childhood?s oceans turn into lakes
Horizons move ever nearer
The myth is easier to comprehend
As doors are being locked
Sweet was the sun - the sun that now is burning me
Clear was the rain - through which no longer I can see
And we did laugh - the conquerors, the chosen
Yet we could cry - now all my dreams are frozen
Who am I now - I want to take another step
What will I be - but my feet are heavy
Can I go on - I know time heals
Can I let go - yet I?m praying for the gods to turn it back
Let me relive the mystery
Let me conquer new horizons