Curtains:
It comes to a point when the party is over
No celebration can last forever
Lets move foreword until the last horn is blown

I no longer run into the fog because all is unseen
I am patient as I wait for the smoke to clear
I climb mountains instead of flying overhead

My body is cleansed of all sins, as I tell no lies
Let love ****** me, as I take her hand
I feel good, as my freedom becomes natural