Hail this new days on a passing life, planning the journey as the ship arrives Strange meridian, ever in sight, gloaming through darkness, unseen by light
Drunk with ideals, we watch bridges burn High on visions as we trawl the sands Reaching crossroads as our minds go blank Facing upward to avoid the swamps
Eyes deceived by mirages of stones Times of change within static zones Silent journeys to a place long gone Miles ahead yet already home
Through days uncertain we venture out Sitting through evenings of storm or drought begging the heavens to dispel our doubts This inner ember we can't go forth without
This timeless line to which we're bound to forsake innocence for troves unfound, to fear the future as we gaze around, to dream of saviors and beware of hounds
And as the dark rains relieve our pain, time seems to stretch then shrink again Its hands keep turning behind our backs The lights fade out but the road remains
And as our elder begin to sail through twilight seas to their place of rest, this trange meridian is lit within Come what might, we can't relent
Come the summer, come the thaw, come the great night to reap us all and unveil a new sun with a joyful face Still we plod through this fucking maze without a map, with a broken rope, forever dowsing for a glimpse of hopeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
