reaching out into the distant time
to reflect something beyond our lives
as my collodes! all confused what is real
wrapping me into disguise... i know
wrapping me into disguisecrossing the gates of conscioucness
down the spiral into a sleep
it's healing, as we float together
we have no need to weepsearching for escape, truth is always hurting
underneath the lies
searching for escape, truth is always burting
under wicked skiesCHORUS:
there we fall and drown, try to heal the wounds
but it is always too late, it's always too late
there we fall and drown, try to heal the wounds
it is always to late, it's always too lateleaving all passion time
no one is waiting for us to return
diamonds in our eyes they refuse to shinesearching for escape, truth is always hurting
underneath wicked skies
searching for escape, truth is always burting
under wicked skies