(lyrics: Franck / music: Wohlbold; Franck)
When the mist of the morning falls from the faith, a silence calls
Everything is growing near to the shadows, why Iґm here.
Fly on the wind of my soul a blinding light, hands are cold.
Now when we leave illusions
so weґre fighting under
blackened skies. Now when
we dream and speak in lies
Now the world wonґt turn for me
never really came out what it seemed to be going nowhere, not today the
great tomorrowґs coming anyway
Not really gone, so far away
donґt want to go,
but I canґt really stay
Slow it down, turn around
stone my soul down below
Now I drift, so far away to go
where weґll never be
