The Last Door - 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