The light I hold is filling the ground with hope it twists and it turns around us, no longer alone I am alive inside as it reflects in your eyes the brush-stroke sky, and oh, the red sun
i could face broken glass rain, or even the darkest dream thats haunted all of my numbered days if only I knew that after it all had gone the light would return and hold us close
and never fade, the red sun, why so afraid?
I’ve been left a fugitive on the run, closing the gap between this boy and the man that I must become and I am alive inside, all of the fire I’ve survived, watching it burn their eyes, the red sun
How many times? one time too many look at us now, the saviors of all we’ve ever seen