Instead Of An Angle

A long, long time ago
 A man with a dice on a chain
 Had a dream, he had a feeling
 He forgot long time ago
 Nothing was predictable anymore
 No control at all
 This scared him so much
 He reached for his dice on the chain
 It used to calm him down
 But not that time
 From the sky to the ground
 Till the end of the moon
 And the birth of a sun
 Into your life from a sight
 To a view, until the end
 I will truly care
 I will follow you
 I will follow you
 Instead of six walls
 He found one
 Instead of an angle
 He found none
 Instead of a top side
 He could now choose how to hold it
 And it never would stay
 Where he put it, no control at all
 From the sky to the ground
 Till the end of the moon
 And the birth of a sun
 Into your life from a sight
 To a view, until the end
 I will truly care
 I will follow you
 I will follow you
 Follow you, I will follow you
 He looked at the thing on his chain
 A ball so round, so light, so blue
 Loaded with anger and fear
 He broke the chain and threw this thing away
 He awoke and grabbed for his dice
 In which all his fears
 Were locked away from the world
 Except for six doors he left open
 From the sky to the ground
 Till the end of the moon
 And the birth of a sun
 Into your life from a sight
 To a view, until the end
 I will truly care
 I will follow you
 I will follow you
 From the sky to the ground
 Till the end of the moon
 And the birth of a sun
 Into your life from a sight
 To a view, until the end
 I will truly care
 I will follow you
 I will follow you