Blackened Skies

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