Closing in, we’re getting there
I fear the worst, it’s in the air
Can this be our own creation?
I’m searching for a guiding light
Through the darkness, through the night
We must leave this road of self-deception
Growing cold, I need someone to hold
What kind of ice-age are we heading for?
In my mind I’ve seen it all, a million times
The rain kept pouring down to hide our crimes
In my mind I’ve seen it all, we walked away
Lost, afraid to face another day
Pouring rain will blind our sight
Will we ever reach the light?
I can’t see our destination
Those icy winds through paradise
Silent, saddened, staring eyes
You can see their burning accusations
Growing cold, a vision to unfold
What kind of ice-age are we heading for?
In my mind I’ve seen it all, a million times
The rain kept pouring down to hide our crimes
In my mind I’ve seen it all, we walked away
Lost, afraid to face another day
The sun is rising, a new day will begin
Can we retrace the light within?
Growing cold, what does the future hold
What kind of ice-age are we heading for?
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Lyrics submitted by Timothy Benson.