Take my hand, now there's no turning back Walk right up the path into the black The city down below, shines up so bright We can do it in the moonlight
to search for the mystics Finder of lost souls, teacher of apostles, the mind's so colossal A beautiful mind A beautiful mind, a beautiful idea One
offer our creativity and are made outcasts. * We didn't expect to find ourselves playing this part, We were concerned with ideas, not rock and roll
gain respectability, We offer our creativity and are made outcasts. * We didn't expect to find ourselves playing this part, We were concerned with ideas
