| Song | On the Shores of Ithaka |
| Artist | Quo Vadis |
| Album | Day into Night |
| 作曲 : Frydrychowicz | |
| In our Minds eye... | |
| Certainty | |
| All powerful | |
| Beyond blindness and fear... | |
| Confident | |
| Fused with vanity, | |
| Arrogant Propelled by scorn. | |
| Foresight | |
| Relegated | |
| To beg in the streets with despair, | |
| Caution Forever... | |
| Lagging behing [the horizon] | |
| As we sail from | |
| Day Into nights web | |
| Thick With deceit of a tender embrace | |
| And a knife through the heart! | |
| Blurry eyed we strain, | |
| Seeing a different reality | |
| Each vision | |
| At odds with the | |
| Truth Never again in reach, | |
| So obvious to the ones | |
| Less Myopic | |
| Each vision | |
| As our minds | |
| Blind to The impending doom | |
| Guided by | |
| Our misguided ways | |
| We plow on - | |
| Sight hollowed out, | |
| Vision blunted by | |
| Web of deceit | |
| Thick with contempt | |
| The most vocal burn blessed with scorn | |
| Others hope it goes away | |
| And Let it happen | |
| Words collide, worlds shatter, | |
| Opinions are cheap | |
| Fed by ignorance | |
| And here is the paradox | |
| How do we reach utopia, | |
| Our shores of | |
| Ithaka. How do we reach utopia, | |
| Our shores of | |
| Ithaka. How do we reach utopia, | |
| Our shores of | |
| Ithaka. If we move | |
| In the opposite direction | |
| While trying. | |
| On The Shores of | |
| Ithaka |
| zuò qǔ : Frydrychowicz | |
| In our Minds eye... | |
| Certainty | |
| All powerful | |
| Beyond blindness and fear... | |
| Confident | |
| Fused with vanity, | |
| Arrogant Propelled by scorn. | |
| Foresight | |
| Relegated | |
| To beg in the streets with despair, | |
| Caution Forever... | |
| Lagging behing the horizon | |
| As we sail from | |
| Day Into nights web | |
| Thick With deceit of a tender embrace | |
| And a knife through the heart! | |
| Blurry eyed we strain, | |
| Seeing a different reality | |
| Each vision | |
| At odds with the | |
| Truth Never again in reach, | |
| So obvious to the ones | |
| Less Myopic | |
| Each vision | |
| As our minds | |
| Blind to The impending doom | |
| Guided by | |
| Our misguided ways | |
| We plow on | |
| Sight hollowed out, | |
| Vision blunted by | |
| Web of deceit | |
| Thick with contempt | |
| The most vocal burn blessed with scorn | |
| Others hope it goes away | |
| And Let it happen | |
| Words collide, worlds shatter, | |
| Opinions are cheap | |
| Fed by ignorance | |
| And here is the paradox | |
| How do we reach utopia, | |
| Our shores of | |
| Ithaka. How do we reach utopia, | |
| Our shores of | |
| Ithaka. How do we reach utopia, | |
| Our shores of | |
| Ithaka. If we move | |
| In the opposite direction | |
| While trying. | |
| On The Shores of | |
| Ithaka |