Far from this life of smoke and fear. I dreamed a path no one else could claim. Not one face ever stained with tears. Or blood that spilled in someone else's name.
You won't find me. In the drifting sky. Ohh, oh, oh. The drifting sky. . Take your place. In the line to the doorway. It's your place. In the line through the door.
The sun don't shine. The moon don't move the tides. To wash me clean. . The sun don't shine. The moon don't move the tides. To wash me clean. . Why so unforgiving and why so cold?.