Crawling from a war of a kind, out from under wraps, blind and sorrowed, with half a mind to kill the rose in you...
Then you can be all you despise numb to every hurt, to every season, every surprise; shielded from the world,
Stars above you will rise Your patient waiting soul to light, so you're truly alive, sure of all that's your own...
Staggering out from the blast, and you want to blast them back; it will take you far from the land you desire so much...
Stars above you will rise Your patient waiting soul to light, so you're truly alive, sure of all that's your own...
to answer in quietness, soft and responsively... seeing it all, just seeing this night... to let your patient soul (awaiting an answer so) be listening... ah, let it hear it clearly on this night...
Stars above you will rise Your patient waiting soul to light, so you're truly alive, sure of all that's your own...
Stars above you will rise Your patient waiting soul to light, so you're truly alive, sure of all that's your own...