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The sky is gray, the world is bare,
The fog has taken all the air.
I rub my eyes and check the clock,
The hands don't move, the gears are locked.
I pull my coat and walk the halls,
Each door is shut, each curtain falls.
The heat is on, the winter calls,
And every room becomes four walls.
The road ahead begins to bend,
I can't tell where the path will end.
I'm standing still on moving ground,
The more I search, the less I've found.
The road ahead begins to bend,
I can't tell where the path will end.
I'll keep on walking through the white,
Direct my steps by my own light.
I pull my coat and walk the halls,
Each door is shut, each curtain falls.
The heat is on, the winter calls,
And every room becomes four walls.
The road ahead begins to bend,
I can't tell where the path will end.
I'm standing still on moving ground,
The more I search, the less I've found.
The road ahead begins to bend,
I can't tell where the path will end.
I'll keep on walking through the white,
Direct my steps by my own light.
