Ayreon - Prologue: The Blackboard lyrics
[Ayreon - Prologue: The Blackboard lyrics]
The dew of morning still glistens on
The salt grass that grows along
The foundation of the old Lighthouse it
Isn't in active service anymore
But has been renovated to serve as
A private dwelling high in the
Tower inside, a young man is slumped on the
Floor in the corner of the room
Apparently in some
Kind of trance someone has put a blanket over
Him he is deathly pale, but the steady
Almost imperceptible rise and fall of his
Chest shows that he still clings
To life standing next to him
Are a young woman and
An older man both are obviously shocked
And distressed their frequent glances
Toward the door give the impression
That they're waiting for
Someone who is yet to arrive on
The wall next to them
Is a blackboard covered with impenetrable
Mathematical equations the older man
Is holding a crumpled piece of
Paper - it appears to
Be a note scribbled in haste
By an unsteady hand what follows here is the
Story of what happened
Will we ever understand this complex genius
This visionary thinker?
Will we ever get this close again?
Uniting the forces of our universe
Will we ever understand his isolation
Or his sense of wonder?
We will never get this close again
It's been too long i think he's gone
The salt grass that grows along
The foundation of the old Lighthouse it
Isn't in active service anymore
But has been renovated to serve as
A private dwelling high in the
Tower inside, a young man is slumped on the
Floor in the corner of the room
Apparently in some
Kind of trance someone has put a blanket over
Him he is deathly pale, but the steady
Almost imperceptible rise and fall of his
Chest shows that he still clings
To life standing next to him
Are a young woman and
An older man both are obviously shocked
And distressed their frequent glances
Toward the door give the impression
That they're waiting for
Someone who is yet to arrive on
The wall next to them
Is a blackboard covered with impenetrable
Mathematical equations the older man
Is holding a crumpled piece of
Paper - it appears to
Be a note scribbled in haste
By an unsteady hand what follows here is the
Story of what happened
Will we ever understand this complex genius
This visionary thinker?
Will we ever get this close again?
Uniting the forces of our universe
Will we ever understand his isolation
Or his sense of wonder?
We will never get this close again
It's been too long i think he's gone