Tekst
Still online
The vital time we hold
Signing off from life
To find the open road
It must end
The world is ours
Somewhere
Burning the sun
On the lam
The soul that flies
Far outside
The fates we've broken with
All we are so longs
To finally begin
It must end
The world is ours
Just somewhere
Burning the sun
On the lam
And the soul that flies
Is on the lam
Burning the sun
The last run
Before the darkness
Descends
(BREAK)
Seasons cycling
Through one constant frame
Only vices left
To relieve your wait
Demons on your back
Feeding off your faith
Knowing not for certain
If it's real or feigned
Feeling all the while
Nothing's bound to change
Knowing something more
Is somewhere
Burning the sun
On the lam
And the soul that flies
Is on the lam
Burning the sun
The last run
Before the darkness
Descends