[lyrics: Franck / music: Wohlbold; Franck] When the mist of the morning falls from the faith, a silence calls Everything is growing near to the shadows, why I'm here. Fly on the wind of my soul a blinding light, hands are cold. Now when we leave illusions so we're fighting under blackened skies. Now when we dream and speak in lies Now the world won't turn for me never really came out what it seemed to be going nowhere, not today the great tomorrow's coming anyway Not really gone, so far away don't want to go, but I can't really stay Slow it down, turn around stone my soul down below Now I drift, so far away to go where we'll never be will the door be closed behind will we fly to where the sun will shine Blind confusion is in the air, but there's something out there