Unaware of the model, 
I was taught to follow.
Baptised through the grapevine, 
Rescued by a daydream, 
Back down where I, 
Found the open door.

The open door, 
I was before.
The open door.

And from the maps that I'd followed, 
Came the thoughts that I'd borrowed.
A bitter pill I swallowed, 
Cleaned my mind out, 
So I could explore.
Plagiarised my reactions, 
All my life an abstraction, 
But if I'm more than memories, 
Makes me wonder, 
Who I was before.

I was before, 
The open door.
I was before.

I know what I am, 
In this light I stand, 
Can I overcome, 
That space that time demands?
Reincarnation, 
I'm back from everywhere, 
Know that I'll become, 
The thoughts that lead me there.

Turned my back on the drama, 
And ostracised my karma, 
I threw away all my armour, 
Trying to find out, 
Who I was before.

I know what I am, 
In this light I stand, 
Can I overcome, 
The time that space demands?
Reincarnation, 
I can't remember, 
Who I was, 
Who I was!