Day by day we follow our routines
Not much changes in our lives
With every dawn another sunrise
A never ending cycle in our minds

Never once did we stop to think
What if this all came to an end?
If everything we knew was gone
If reality became pretend

But you carry on as if nothing will change
Nothing is out of place, nothing new or strange
Familiarity has become part of you
It rules your judgement on what is false or true

[lead: Maglio]

Did you ever wonder why it is this way?
Did you ever ask if other worlds exist?
Could it be that we're the only ones
Or are there others hiding in the mist