Standing in a lighthouse , with my eyes towards the sun.
  I belong there i´ll be strong there.
  A fugitive from options , before it have begun.
  I can't do it , I just can't commit.
  It´s just a slight , restagement of the play
  Only a light , restagement of the play.
  
  Standing in a corner , my palms towards my face.
  I cant do it , I just can´t commit.
  Leaving this world , means a different time or space.
  I belong there.i´ll be strong there.
  It´s just a slight...........
  
  When lions on monuments are rising to roar.
  Presidents , play golf , lift there heads to shout fore.
  Are we winning or losing?
  We turn to the play.
  And read that the options , may come to us some day.
  Oh , do we need it do we care , can we see it everywhere.
  
  When huns were attacking , our castles and our farms.
  And then went to spread the word of god , with soldiers , with arms.
  Did we feel the God of progress , caressing our cheeks?
  Is it true that we are looking , and that we find what we seek?
  Oh , do we need it do we care , can we touch what we cant bear.
  I see I touch
  
  Awake , here I stand here I lie , there's a storm in my eye now I can see.
  Heartbreak , things of beauty must fall
  I just reached the wall now I can touch.
  I see I touch
  
  I know , inside the castle lies a garden ,
  it feels so very hard when I can´t see
  I read , that in the garden lives a girl ,
  things of beauty is her world I´d like to touch.
  I see I touch
  I seek I watch
  
  The castle walls are breaking down before my eyes.
  With this knowledge , I turn to the sky
  I seek I watch
  I see I touch