It was so very strange just the day before.
So many times I used to wonder just who we are.
Didn’t ever really think we would get this far.
But you wouldn’t know to see us there wishing on a star.

Once again off we ran like two wheels on the road.
A love born to run like a mighty river flows.
Nothing stands against the tide.
This love was bound to be.
Between the queen of illusion and the keeper of the key.

I was a warrior,
she was the queen.
I am just the keeper of the magic in the string.
We are no more or less than you might dream.
Queen of illusion and the keeper of the keys.

So once again here we are like two wheels on the road.
So many chances for it to change but on and on we go.
So hard to see just where the end of the road may be,
for the queen of illusion and the keeper of the key.

Thoughts go by, different people, different places.
Hard to take but gone for good.
Wandering patterns and spacious labels.
Nothing ever happens like it should.
Touching down to face the wasted millions wandering over this land.
They cast me into the ocean of eternity,
A single grain of sand.