If only things had worked out like we first hoped !
WIZARD OF WYZE
WONDER HOW YOU DO WHAT YOU DO
TO WEAVE A MAGIC SPELL IN TWILIGHT
SEEMS TO BE A KIND OF VOODOO
CAST OUT IN THE WIND
IT'S JUST THE TWISTED LIFE WE LIVE
AND ONCE UPON A TIME
WHEN EVERY NIGHT WAS JUST A STARBURST SKY
CAULDRONS OF FORBIDDEN DREAMS
DIVIDED BY THE DISBELIEVERS'
BONFIRES OF DESIRE - AND NO HALOS
AT TOWERS OF DEFEAT - WE GRASP
AND PALMS THAT HEAL ARE ALL
WE EVER WANTED - TO EASE THE LOAD.
GATHERED IN A SHELTERED HOLLOW
A CANDLE GLOWING THROUGH THE SHADOWS
BLACKENED IS THE NIGHT IN SORROW
AND HOPE OF A TOMORROW
WHEN THE SOUND IS JUST
THE CRY -- OF THE WYZE
