When we close our eyes
Projected on the screen
The images don't mesh
A pixilated scene
Groping in the dark
For something to arrange the future
Fear not
The great unknown
Fear not
The unknown
Cartographers can't map
The days, only the land
The highways that they chart
Do not reveal the way
They wish that they could slip
Into the dreams they have
And never awake
Fear not
The great unknown
Fear not
The unknown
