The moon retreats behind a silver cloud
  as darkness throws its cloak towards the earth
  and mystery 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 caleidoscope
  to turn the stone, to turn the stone
  
  Eternal sands of time shift endlessly
  behind a veil of motionless disguise
  an eyelid flash is all it really seems to need
  to turn the stone, to turn the stone
  to turn the stone, to turn the stone