| I feel it in the air
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| Shadow-figures stalking me
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| Through the tunnels of my heart
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| We’ve lived so long in springtime
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| Only for the winter to come again
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| Shadow dreams haunting me
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| Longings for a distant timeline
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| They are a line to memories
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| Clouding everything I perceive
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| Ancient times and cruel lies
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| Don’t know what’s real anymore
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| But I see you in my dreams
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| Silently waiting for me
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| Cold thoughts screaming in my head
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| I fall to my knees and I beg
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| 'Rip this demon from my soul and make me whole!'
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| I’m suffocating, silent
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| Together we will wander
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| And bring life into this place
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| The wrenching hold of winter’s cold
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| Drains the world of life and color
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| How can voices fill my head
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| Drowning out the blissful choir?
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| into my skin
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| Bled or deep red roses
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| by the edge of spring
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| As the current drives me away
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| Through the vast and empty spaces
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| I will follow any signal
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| Listening, feeling, hoping, dreaming
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| Give me a sign that you’re near me
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| A deeper dark
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| A longing for a taste of wonder
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| Desperately screaming your name
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| Please stop me from going under
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| In the smoke, a form
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| Takes my hand and pulls me nearer
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| With my darkness
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| You guide me to hope again
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| Hold me in your arms
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| And say you’ll take all my pain away
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| Help me see the light of day |