I have wasted ten years in a blind-fold, Ten-fold more than I've invested now in sight. I have traveled beveled mirrors in a fly crawl, Losing the reflection of a fight. But like a compass seeking north, (seeking north). There lives in me a still, sure, spirit part. Clouds of doubt are cut asunder (clouds of doubt). By the lightning and the thunder Shining from the compass of my heart (shining from my heart). I have flown the frantic flight of the bat-wing And only known the dark because of that I have seized death's door-handle Like a fish out of the water Waiting for the mercy of the cat. But like a compass seeking north, (seeking north). There lives in me a still, sure, spirit part. Clouds of doubt are cut asunder (clouds of doubt). By the lightning and the thunder Shining from the compass of my heart (shining from my heart).