Symphorce 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