I hear a voice coming from the river Far through the valleys, far far away So weak, it could knock down trees with his quiver Fear is the word he spreads through the leaves
I held my hand out to the world Dirt on skin, dust in eyes As I fought, fought to remember What the days were like The days before the world wept
I see the rays bleed through the clouds High in the sky, high high up Their touch is dull, but its burn is loud Hide is the word they speak to the grounds
And I held out my hand With every passing day it never wavered The dust would grow stronger Bring clouds between my reach and the light
She is calling, she is calling For my return And her voice will carry on
She is calling, she is calling Out to her home As a remnant lost in time
I feel the tremors from Mother's roots Buried deep, down down below They shake in silence through her deadly fingers Run is the word she roars to the crowds
And I'll hold out my hand If my fingers should ache And my grip starts to weaken I will hold my hand to the world
The seasons would change like clockwork Tick tock, tick tock The clocks keeps ticking
Sirens now calling our names And we run, we run To answer their call
As long as the seasons still change Till all my memories wither away I'll hold out my hand and marvel at the days The days before the world wept
She is calling, she is calling For my return And her voice will carry on
She is calling, she is calling Out to her home As a remnant lost in timeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
