InstrumentsVerseI Hope To Be Around The Day We Grasp In TruthThe Nature Of Mind Befriending Time, In TruthPre-HookIn A Midway I Stand Where Many StoodOnly To Come Home AgainWalking Through These Streets I Know Too WellBut My Thoughts Stray AwayHookI Dream Of My FutureRemote From Time Bounds Becoming Myself Without Any EndI Dream Of My FutureRemote From Time Bounds Becoming Myself In TruthVerseI Wonder At This Light Enclosed In Our Soul, In TruthAnd Bid Our Clay Remain, Soft As It Is, In TruthInstruments
