| I talk intention |
| I dream desire |
| I walk by the thread of the wind |
| And the thoughts are my own |
| And the thoughts are my own |
| It’s a long road redemption |
| I’m a long way from home |
| And I’m brought down by the sound of the crowd |
| And the voice is my own |
| And the voice is my own |
| If light is fading for me now |
| I’ll race the sundown |
| No token word or broken vow |
| Will hold me under |
| Tonight the veil will not come down |
| On another day of promises |
| Promises |
| Turned to dust |
| So pure the silence |
| So true the sound |
| I’m lost in the rumours and lies |
| And the thoughts are my own |
| And the thoughts are my own |
| It’s a dark road denial |
| And there’s so much I’ve known |
| So I shout out for a voice in the crowd |
| But I’m walking alone |
| But I’m walking alone |
| Don’t understand just what I’m doing |
| For what I want to do I don’t |
| If light is fading for me now |
| I’ll race the sundown |
| No token word or broken vow |
| Will hold me under |
| Tonight the veil will not come down |
| On another day of promises |
| Promises |
| Turned to dust |
| If light is fading for me now |
| I’ll race the sundown |
| No token word or broken vow |
| Will hold me under |
| Tonight the veil will not come down |
| On another day of promises |
| Promises |
| Turned to dust |
| If light is fading for me now |
| I’ll race the sundown |
| No token word or broken vow |
| Will hold me under |
| Tonight the veil will not come down |
| On another day of promises |
| Promises |
| Turned to dust |