(Intro) I will arise, Where the old amps hum beneath the skies; From the depths, I’ll open my eyes, While the last reel turns and the phoenix flies. As my breath falters, I’ll survive, A lost transmission coming alive. Wait—there’s a signal, faint and unclear, A ghost from the seventies drawing near. Could it be you? Whose are these— These hands that reach through the memories? My eye pressed tight against the glass, A kaleidoscope of futures past. Was it a dream, or a long-lost show? A name on a sleeve from the long ago? A phantom chord, a familiar sound, As the old four winds come circling round. Wondering, wondering, wondering… Is the needle still tracing the groove? Wondering, wondering, wondering… Have the old gods found something to prove? I will arise… Though the years have vanished in a haze, From the ashes of those forgotten days— Wondering if it’s all been true. Wondering, wondering, wondering… Wondering if it’s all— Wondering if it’s all been true… I will arise again. In the depths, I will open my eyes; As my breath falters, I will survive. Wait—there’s something unclear, Something I fear is drawing near. Could it be you? Whose are these— My hands, stretching out in the dark, My eye pressed tight against the glass, Wondering if it’s all been true. Wondering, wondering, wondering… Wondering if it’s all— Wondering if it’s all been true… (Outro)
