[lyrics: Franck / music: Wohlbold; Franck]
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