Kurt:
I'm Kurt

Marjolein:
My name is Marjolein

Kurt:
What’s happening here is kind of weird and strange

Marjolein:
I met this woman in the street outside, who warned me that this show was wild

Kurt:
I think it's just a dream

Marjolein:
I’m not so sure
I think this all just might be something more

Kurt:
I'll watch your back in case this all goes south

Marjolein:
Sometimes you have to go in to get out

…
Marjolein:
The wind blows the sand in a dry, desert land
As the caravan sets on its way
Beneath stars that gleam we ride out in a dream
Puzzled pilgrims both lost in a play

Marjolein & Kurt:
Whispеrs of djinn robes the blow in the wind
Mеrchants speak of long lost, foreign sights
Carts wind and they grind, as our line weaves through time
Caravan wanders into the night

You have to go in if you want to get out
(You have to go in if you want to get out)
You have to go in if you want to get out
(You have to go in if you want to get out)

Marjolein:
Stars in their space diamonds shining in lace
Camels speak but I can't understand
We rest in the day, we are lost in the play
As we move through these waves made of sand

Marjolein & Kurt:
The nomads describe lands forgotten by time
We forget that we had other lives
How did we accept that we just move towards death
Caravan wanders into the night
You have to go in if you want to get out
(You have to go in if you want to get out)
You have to go in if you want to get out
(You have to go in if you want to get out)

…

Marjolein:
Rags wrapped in loose linen a procession of children
Moving, crossing desert moons
Weaving through skylines, chanting surreal rhymes
Swinging marionettes of bone

Her doll looks round and gazes down
Then smiles turns to me and says

Doll:
Do you believe in destination?
Does the desert really end?

Marjolein:
Paint me a scene in pastel white
Sing me a dream to ease the night

…

Marjolein & Kurt:
You have to go in if you want to get out
(You have to go in if you want to get out)
X14

Choir:
Fires in the nighttime as wheels within wheels within wheels unwind
Drums grind on sand scrawling lines
Living in downtime the creases between the lines
X5

Marjolein:
The pathway of sand winds up into the skyline
Until we walk twixt stars and moon
Dancing bewildered, this file of children
Swinging marionettes of bone

Rags wrapped in loose linen a procession of children
Moving, crossing desert moons
Weaving through skylines, chanting surreal rhymes
Swinging marionettes of bone

Rags wrapped in loose linen a procession of children
Moving, crossing desert moons
Weaving through skylines, chanting surreal rhymes
Swinging marionettes of bone

Paint me a scene in pastel white
Sing me a dream to ease the night
Craft me a cloud where I can fly
Let me believe in better times


Kurt:
She holds her doll its red eyes full
And laughs with eyes of mirth and woe
Dancing files of tattered childs
Swinging marionettes of bone

Fires in the nighttime as wheels within wheels unwind
Drums grind on sand scrawling lines
Living in downtime the creases between the lines
Flames scrawl on shadows once blind

Fires in the nighttime as wheels within wheels unwind
Drums grind on sand scrawling lines
Living in downtime the creases between the lines
Flames scrawl on shadows once blind

Fires in the nighttime as wheels within wheels unwind
Drums grind on sand scrawling lines
Living in downtime the creases between the lines
Flames scrawl on shadows once blind