the moon retreats behind a silver cloud

as darkness throws its cloak towards the earth

and mistery replaces what we thought we knew

to turn the stone, to turn the stone

the one dimension only shows one side

but do we see the same through different eyes

as you and I peer into life's kolidescope

to turn the stone, to turn the stone

eternal sands of time shif endlessly

behind a pail of motionless disguise

an eyelid flash is all it really seems to need

to turn the stone, to turn the stone