It all falls in place when you've left the station
Sounds coming together when you've made a conception
As the formation of thoughts form a path for the mind
The driven lines come sewn like their vines
Setting stories stacking towers
Forming journeys, playing for hours
It all collects like the stars in the sky
Driven by the reality of the clouds up so high
Coming from centuries before their own time
A bundle of things for a plan that will shine.