Yesterday we built another bridge

A way to other spaces of (in) the sciences

Where all the seasons we'll try to find

The reason and the merit for the measure of the time

We found a back street of the cemetery

And felt the lie of hagiology

‘cause words are not enough for

What we want to say

We have to flee

And many seas

We have to cross

To Abydos

He lives under the sea

Is the wind in the trees

He's the wisdom of the world

If it's God building our street

It's not a way you go by feet

Hyperion sunset

The end is defined

But beautiful poems

Preserving an illusion for

The one and only life in our lie

We have to flee

We have to cross

To Abydos

He lives under the sea

Is the wind in the trees

He's the wisdom of the world

On the wings of the wild

In the arms of a child

Lies the wisdom of the world

He lives under the sea

Is the wind in the trees

Find the wisdom of the world

He's the kind of a man

You describe as a friend

For the wisdom of the world