Thinking about the outer space
Looking to the sky
So the mind is open and clear
Waiting for the night
I don't remember, I'm just feel
Fingers in my face
So the future's comming down
Like a blind I pray
I hear you call me
Into the night
Voices controul me
Comming from the edge beyound the line of sky
I believe and look the shadows
Faces in my bed
But I know that I'm alone
This is my disgrace
Face to face with my fears
Be away, my mate
All I have to do is fight
Like in my past
I hear you call me
Into the night
Voices controul me
Comming from the edge beyound the line of sky
Flashes and wing songs
Flying about my head
The sky is a garden of God
Every day...