[Part I] We are captive beasts... confined behind doors we cannot see... we howl as we can... half-blind, half-remembering... The doors are sealed... heavily, without sound... we dare not have them opened... we dare not know what waits beyond... [Part II] If the heart is true to tales... we bark for comfort... we call out to each other... through the foul and strewn menagerie... We have forgotten... almost everything... the sky we once knew... the open... the flight... [Part III] We are resigned to the same... cuckoo, cuckoo... dull and dry... the cage is all we know... and we no longer long for the sky... [Part IV — повтор темы, как в Travel] We are captive beasts... confined behind doors we cannot see... we howl as we can... half-blind, half-remembering... The doors are sealed... and we do not ask... what lies beyond them anymore... [no vocals, fade to silence]
