Again we're on the line and this time I feel the day is not mine
Touch gently on the surface or crash like hell
I won't be sacrifised
I let the hours wear my heart
I leave the others to impale nightly moon and when
I hear the call crying loud
I just turn and turn and run away
Impleasent all the way still a form of life tradition
Yet remains and when its starts to rain
I seek for shelter and blow my storm away
I let the hours wear my heart
I leave the others to impale nightly moon and when
I hear the call crying loud
I just turn and turn and run away
