3 acessos
Standing in the dark, waiting for the light to change
I step onto the road, feeling every step
Watching as you fade away
And you whisper to me with the longing
Of a torn wing that tries to fly too high
Destination unknown on the search for the road
That will lend us to find a place in time
I'm standing in the sun waiting for your train to come
Oh I packed up all my dreams
Tied them in a box, memory's asylum
And they whisper to me with the longing
Of a torn wing that tried to fly too high
Destination unknown, may the stars guide you home
Over mountains sublime to your place in time