| So you've come to the end of nothing | |
| Sittin', satrin', bleedin', blind | |
| Dust is covering your eyes | |
| And your sun is going down | |
| Black-thin line through all the years | |
| Makes you feel like a men who wants to believe | |
| In our dreams we've chased the sun & paid the price | |
| There's no place left for us in poised paradise | |
| Tryin'to find what takes your breath | |
| Without fear only we can fly | |
| If you hold your promise before i die | |
| And world- your world is closed inside | |
| Your dust filled my veins | |
| We're shamans on our own graves | |
| When blue tears are falling | |
| We all be running out of flames | |
| My tired eyes must learn to stare | |
| And the dark cold rain brings me back for life again | |
| When the blue tears are falling | |
| We all be burning out of flames | |
| Tryin'to find what takes your breath | |
| Without fear only we can fly | |
| If you hold your promise before i die | |
| And world- your world is closed inside | |
| Tryin'.............. | |
| Tryin'.............. | |
| Tryin'.............. | |
| So, you've come... |