Now I’m passing every streetlight with ease,
The street signs are much too dark to even pretend I’ve been here before,
Where is you hand to guide me, close ___,
Another dead end, no not this,
This road goes for miles with no sign, with no sign…
Will she be waiting to pull me up to the sun?
Will she be waiting to pull me up to the sun?
Lost in a one track mind, stuck in the chance to take us ?alive?,
She can’t be much further,
As the day dies, the sun fades into my eyes,
She floats around inside my empty head,
Searching for…
A chance to ___, the smell is so faint,
But it must be the one,
My bones ache, from the ?cold?
No one could predict that I would ever get this far,
For so ?long?
Do I have the strength to ?go on?,
Smoke begins to fill my ?hair?, but still I press on,
A chance to move my ?hand?, the smell is so faint,
but it must be the one,
A chance to move my ?hand?, my bones ache,
From the ?cold?
No one could predict that I would ever get this far,
For so ?long?
Now I’m passing every streetlight with ease, The street signs are much too dark to even pretend I’ve been here before, Where is you hand to guide me, close ___, Another dead end, no not this, This road goes for miles with no sign, with no sign…
Will she be waiting to pull me up to the sun? Will she be waiting to pull me up to the sun?
Lost in a one track mind, stuck in the chance to take us ?alive?, She can’t be much further, As the day dies, the sun fades into my eyes, She floats around inside my empty head, Searching for…
A chance to ___, the smell is so faint, But it must be the one, My bones ache, from the ?cold?
No one could predict that I would ever get this far, For so ?long?
Do I have the strength to ?go on?, Smoke begins to fill my ?hair?, but still I press on, A chance to move my ?hand?, the smell is so faint, but it must be the one, A chance to move my ?hand?, my bones ache, From the ?cold?
No one could predict that I would ever get this far, For so ?long?
She’s waiting. She’s waiting. She’s waiting. (And I feel her) She’s waiting.