FALL AWAY -


Sparks fly, night ward now,
And stars in conflict, chase the smoke for a while,
Gather round you tongues, and find your flash of peace,
At home in strange lands that you’ve never seen …

You won’t find what you’re looking for …
The eyes you choose can’t see what’s in store …

Carry the stone, you’re summit bound,
The silence heavy, a noon day sun beats down,
Gather round you rogues, and find your flash of peace,
At home in great heights that you’ve never reached …

You won’t find what you’re looking for …
The eyes you choose can’t see, can’t see what’s in store … no …
You won’t find what you’re, what you’re looking for … no …
The eyes you choose can’t see what’s in store …

You fall away …