THE WHOLE SKY TURNS TO BLACK
THAT OLD TEARS COMING BACK
COS ALL THE HOPE STARTS TO DISAPPEAR
FROM THE LIFE THAT WE LIVE
NO MORE THINGS TO BELIEVE
EVEN THE GROUND IS FALLING OVER ME.
THERE'S NO REASON TO STAND
A HEAD STUCK IN THE SAND
NO FINAL HOUR LEADS ME A WAY
AND IF THE DANGER IS NEAR
YOUR HEART IS FULL OF FEAR
THERE'S NO SCAPE, NO RUNAWAY
SEARCHING FOR PAST
TO FIND A WAY TO STAY
TO RAISE A START AND A STORM
IN ANOTHER DAY