He said he's falling to pieces. Fighting the boy and the man. Over his shoulder there was freedom. But consciousness has tied his hands. Embodied youth was his distinction. Now inhibition's in demand. So driven by his fear of weakness. That's his key to understand. So far in a distant land. There's a fight between boy and man. See the light through the open door. Sit and watch as the young grow old. Trading places in the circle. Turn the glass spill the sand. They say that time can make the difference. But age doesn't make you a man. So far in a distant land. There's a fight between boy and man. See the light through the open door. Sit and watch as the young grow old. So young but overblown. So young but overblown. So young but overblown. Take a look now see the boy is weakened. Watch him fade watch him fade away. Take a bow and the boy is defeated. Is this the way this the way?. So far in a distant land. There's a fight between boy and man. See the light through the open door. Sit and watch as the young grow old.