I have been this way before, check each window, every door, for a passage through this night. This night. But each hallway is the same, every door's been checked in vain, for a way to reach that light. That light. As I move in deeper, towards this castle's keeper, every stair seems steeper, am I risking my own life? My life. Then a falcon in the air, looking down, returns my stare, while she's circling around. Around. Then she dives straight towards a wall, then she isn't there at all, and is gone without a sound. No sound. I have no choice but to follow what was solid, now is hollow, stairways hidden behind curtains, realizing nothing is certain. Suddenly upstairs I'm climbing, then through hallways twisted, winding this falcon on her endeavor. Do these stairs just go forever on? No sound. No sound. No sound. No sound. No sound. No sound. No sound. No sound. No sound. No sound. No sound. No sound. And in that room, An old man sitting there, He's writing notes, And drops them in the air. Somewhere outside, Upon an ocean breeze, Which takes them out, Past where the eye can see. No sound.