[Verse 1] [Vocal: Melancholic Baritone] I step from the silence behind the stars, And stand on a stone dais older than time. My hidden soul wears all the scars, Behind a face from somewhere else—now mine. I have all of space and time to roam, Countless destinations, adventures so prime. None of which can ever be my home— I’m running forever from a self-imposed crime. I always seem to land in the heart of a riddle, And find another implausible paradigm. But I do enjoy the chance to whittle, And solve the mysteries—a passion so sublime. [Refrain] [Vocal: Powerful Baritone] I count the quality of life in laughter, not in years, In shared adventure and averted disaster, not in tears. But when the wear of the vortex starts to show, I have to—not want to—admit: it’s time to let them go. [Verse 2] [Vocal: Joyful Baritone] I show them suns that sing like choirs, And watch their brilliant and bright desires. I ignite and stoke their intellectual fires, On worlds of glass, diamond, and silver spires. They always make me better than I am— More than a quiet, lonely, bitter man. Because when they're with me, I feel brave, From all the silly risks and adventure they crave. It’s also dangerous, this preposterous little game, To dance this close to a dying star’s flame. But oh, to see them shine so clever and bright— It fills my tired, ancient soul with light. [Refrain] [Vocal: Powerful Baritone] I count the quality of life in laughter, not in years, In shared adventure and averted disaster, not in tears. But when the wear of the vortex starts to show, I have to—not want to—admit: it’s time to let them go. [Introspect] [Vocal: Quiet, Intense] With two hearts beating, when my soul awoke, The universe’s secrets became my splendid cloak. I show the great legends with a grin and joke, Remembering the quiet promise that I spoke. I know I’m the true monster in this land, Looking at the deeds dealt by my hand. Too often I break the laws at my command— My repeating crossroads, where I’ll always stand. [Final Refrain] [Vocal: Heartbreaking, Powerful] I measure quality of life in laughter, not in years. I share my adventure and near disaster—I’ve caused tears. But when the weight of the universe gets heavy and low, It’s my time to say goodbye again... I don’t want to go. [Outro] [Spoken | With Conviction] There is good and there is evil. I left Gallifrey to answer a question of my own. By any analysis, evil should always win. Good is not a practical survival strategy—it requires loyalty, self-Sacrifice, and love. And so, why does good prevail? What keeps the balance between good and evil in this appalling universe? Is there some kind of logic? Some mysterious force?
