| When the mist of the morning falls from the faith, a silence calls | |
| Everything is growing near to the shadows, why | |
| I'm here. | |
| Fly on the wind of my soul a blinding light, hands are cold. | |
| Now when we leave illusions so we're fighting under blackened skies. | |
| Now when we dream and speak in lies | |
| Now the world won't turn for me never really came out what it seemed to be going nowhere, not today the great tomorrow's coming anyway | |
| Not really gone, so far away don't want to go, but | |
| I can't really stay | |
| Slow it down, turn around stone my soul down below | |
| Now I drift, so far away to go where we'll never be will the door be closed behind will we fly to where the sun will shine | |
| Blind confusion is in the air, but there's something out there |
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