We're a ship without a storm the cold without the warm light inside the darkness that it needs yeah. We're a laugh without a tear the hope without the fear we are coming home.
All right. Dark touches send rushed through the brain. Black's whiter, burns brighter than the flame. No shadows, just whispers in the wind. No faces, just places to begin.
You're a dancer but you're dancing on air. Just a matter of time till you fall. You're a dreamer, one night at the fair. But still you want it all. You're in danger, the last of a line.
In the land of the lost horizon. Where the queen lies dark and cold. And when the stars won't shine then the story's told, yeah. When the world was milk and honey.