1.  I feel it
     in my spirit,
     The call of a hunter's moon.
     As I slide
     through eventide,
     the shadows give me room.

2.  Dream-catcher, 
     Star-chaser,
     trippin' the riffs in my head,
     With dark fire
     in my eyes,
     I dance where angels fear to tread.

     
(Chorus)
     On prismic wings--burnin' bright--
     I touch the heart of Mystery.
     A broken sky--holds the pieces--
     of all I used to be.

3.   Higher, faster,
      farther, deeper,
      coming through a storm of stars
      A universe forming
      gathers me in.
      There is no journey without scars.

       On prismic wings--burnin' bright--
       I touch the heart of Mystery.
       A broken sky--holds the pieces--
       of all I used to be.

(cres.)
     Catch me if you can
     There's no reason to stay.
     Reality is getting old
     anyway--

     On prismic wings--burnin' bright--
     I touch the heart of Mystery.
     A broken sky--holds the promise--
     of all I've yet to be.