Watching the lines turn, turn and turn.
Ever flowing, ever turning, a spiral is born.

Light shines, lines from the center, stretching out.
On and on, they stretch, they reach, they find.
Vienna to vikings, afar to near.
Entranced by a call, song of sirens.

Young and new, still older than time.
Our life's find us again, parts of one soul.
United again, together until the end of days.