| over the long night unending | |
| there was a way out I could see | |
| I stood in place there frozen for so long | |
| I turned away from the old days | |
| I couldn't bring them out from inside me | |
| I could never hide from the way it used to be | |
| and as I'm walking up the stairs | |
| and as I'm breathing in the air | |
| I still can feel that little hand | |
| it pulls me all across the land | |
| and when the daylight is over | |
| and when the night comes in closer | |
| we taste of the fruit that is rotten on the vine | |
| and as I'm closing up the door | |
| and as I'm fighting in the war | |
| I still can feel that little hand | |
| it pulls me all across the land |