Sometimes I feel like a dot in space
A failed experiment of some high-class race
And if one day I'll show my face
My time will end, as will this race

Sometimes I feel so much unsure
Of all that is
Is there a cure?
Do I really know what's out there now?
Can I say for a fact if it's real or not?
How can I know apart from seeing?
And if I'm seeing, am I believing?
Or perhaps IT is deceiving

I remember a time when the world was less mad
I remember a time when things weren't so bad
Back then so it seemed that it was not mine
That to suffer a loss or a heartbreak was thine
You or the "other" were separate from me
At least so I thought, back then I was free

And as I got older it occurred in the mind
That what's yours is not only and it is also mine
The pain that you feel, we both share in our being
In this strange world of ours right from the beginning
The perpetual movement that never relents
It is yours, it is mine, ladies & gents
As long as I'm here from one point to the next
Points in space
Points in space
Point to space, to infinity