A Region Of My Own

Stuck In A Moment You Can't Get Out Of

Why Does It Always Soft Rain On Me

Even Better Than The Real Thing?

I Have Only A Eagle's Wing No More

So Walk On, Back On The Chain Gang

I Will Find A Sea, A Region Of My Own

I Cannot Look On Any House My Soul

I Have To Visit The Deep Sky And Seas

Run And Run In The Earth Heaven Hell

Breaking The Law And The Crystal Space