Toys, toys, toys in the attic Voices scream Nothing's seen Real's a dream Leaving the things that are real behind Leaving the things that you love from mind All of the things that you learned from fears Nothing is left for the years In the attic lights

And what you've seen isn't there anymore Just like it has before Now we can say that nothing's lost and only change brings round the prophecy Where now it's melting, the solid frost was once a veil on greener landscapes we would see Beneath my surface