Where do we want to go, exchanging our thoughts
Our feet are touching the ground of glass, glancing trough it to see clear
I reach trough the invisible force
It was always there
Gradually you sink into the other realm
The only information breaking through are the voices in your ear
It was entered by no one before
Do you sense the fear
When you are ready, ready to throw
You hand it over, over to her
When you are ready, ready to throw
You hand it over, over to her
When you are ready, ready to throw
You hand it over, over to her
When you are ready, ready to throw
You hand it over, over to her
When you are ready, ready to throw
You hand it over, over to her
When you are ready, ready to throw
You hand it over, over to her
Over to her