Waking one morning and your dreams are smithereens
The mirror’s reflection’s not the same
Your face is a stranger’s and your smiles are silent screams
The memories are obscured by the shame
You start off with a clean slate
A new craving inside you beguiling your coy fate
So that you start your quest
With zest

Chorus
For the Palace of Bright Flames
Erected high above the hills
The venue of past games
Glorious balls and lacy frills
Walls lined with gold frames
Hiding a staircase out of sight
Showing the right way
Winding down deep into yourself

Early next morning you give in to the dire call
Packing your bags and that is all
You’re a lonely horse-rider heading for the ancient trees
Your garment is spotless, not a crease
You leave without a warning
To plunge into the lake of knights and queens
Passing ruins in dark night scenes
To find

Chorus
The Palace of Bright Flames
Erected high above the hills
The venue of past games
Glorious balls and lacy frills
Walls lined with gold frames
Hiding a staircase out of sight
Showing the answers
Winding deep down into yourself

The looking glass guides you lonely pilgrim through the day
Spry elves and fairies lead your way
You drink only dewdrops, sleep in moonlit crevices
Searching high and low for what is
So far from you, so close, down beyond the seashore
Where seagulls meet the vultures
In front of you
You’ll see

Chorus
The Palace of Bright Flames
Standing straight high above the hills
No venue of lost games
Offering trial for your skills
There is the staircase
A journey inside is what you take
Dispose of your suitcase
The hidden truth you cannot fake