I cannot say he's just away. With a wave of his hand he has entered the unknown land. If there is another world he lives in bliss, if there is a none he made the best of this. When we have finally wandered all our ways, we shut up the story of our days. Now I'm asking you my friend: did you see the final stranger? And I hope for me and you that you were right. Maybe you walk through the night. Holding your head up high. Maybe you forge ahead to reach a golden sky. A final request, if you don't mind: Give me a sign from time to time. Whe the day arrives you may hold my hand leading me home into the unknown land. When the day arrives and I'm straying through the night. (straying through the night) Please become my torch, be my light. If it's too dark, then clear my sight. Please become my torch and be my light. If there is another world he lives in bliss, if there is a none he made the best of this. When we have finally wandered all our ways, we shut up the story of our days. Now I'm asking you my friend: did you see the final stranger? And I hope for me and you that you were right.