The Last Door
Jack Bruce, Robin Trower
Before the dazzling light this eye
Before the rushing breath of though
Before was seen the mild, mild sky
Before the knowing came to naught
We came to search for what was lost
Lost from conscious mind
Against the last door
Foolishness enshrined
One knew the beauty of this place
Now no one's speaking of its loss
Time did not memory erase
Just fear of what it all must cost
We came to search for what was lost
Lost from conscious mind
Against the last door
Foolishness enshrined
The waves of feeling washed away
A golden age that no one knew
A tragic scene the people say
And all believe in nothing true
We came to search for what was lost
Lost from conscious mind
Against the last door
Foolishness enshrined