"Lost Symphony" lyrics - STEVE HOWE

Two sided through four sides,
We slide.
Are we up, are we down?
Twirling round and round.
Spectral spaces found.
Leaves enjoy their Autumn.
Do you like the fall?
Suppose yourself above it all.
In our self-made worlds.

Well, I met her when an old established
Twining friendship failed.
You'd think by now
It would be right, that I'm not nailed
To some obscure note.
That runs along a board
In our self-made worlds
Do we rote.

Changes into harmony.
Revolutions oiled to that symphony.