Eventide
Текст песни Spoke in the Wheel

Waste the endless days,
Pondering on how to get away.
You're a mask, nothing real,
Just a piece in a spinning wheel.

When you're almost there
It steals your thoughts,
Disturbance surrounds you,
Then it's gone.

In the shades, in the weakest of moments,
Deep in your doubts, full of agony,
Don't forget that we're fuel for the engine,
And you're nothing but a spoke in the wheel.

The same awakening
Strikes your mind every time,
It's a shame, all this suffering,
Like you thought you had a life.

Are you closing in?
You forgot one thing,
That it's a dead end street
Where all the dreamers meet.

In the shades, in the weakest of moments,
Deep in your doubts, full of agony,
Don't forget that we're fuel for the engine,
And you're nothing but a spoke in the wheel.