The House of Blue Light (Part I) (1997)

It’s a long and Winding road
It’s a long and lonely run,
I have none to pull, None to goad,
None to love, None to shun

In this besieged Bedlam,
I know what is wrong with me
All the world is an asylum
And I Suffer from sanity

Lonely black nights
Lit by blinding lights
Haystacks and Sunflowers on crumbling walls
Sounds of silence in noisy halls
I wander in winding maze
Lost in clouds of violet haze
Swirling winds and dizzy lights
Alone and sleepless on cold black nights

Now I know what is wrong with me
I suffer from sanity
Hungry clouds creep in through shattered panes
As I wander through winding lanes

When will see the house of blue light
Where dwells my angel of the night?
When will the roads stop winding?
When will the lights stop blinding?

Now I know what is wrong with me
I suffer from sanity
When all the world spins it seems
In infinite insane dreams