Look away, the morning comes, he will speak before the tortured son, infamy Look away as the demons call, now here the vow of a desperate man
He couldn't live with his broken heart in a dream, harder to waken on the hour's toll Searching the sleep of the fallen brave, headed to daylight, those who prey on him Now the whispers prey on him
She is the woman, confessions from the priest Just to waken the lifelong years of dark decay He can hear she's decided not to sleep, He should thank and accept her feeble words to be
Mindful hour won't pass him by, he believes it's just a game they play Hiding it all, concealing her, burning the way back to the lonely road Please be the one who knows
He cannot hear the words that she's screaming, he cannot change the world tonight And he fears not what he has heard in their old dreams, he knows he cannot save the world!
How can he leave this open for the burning fire He can see her face How in the world can he follow her naked truth He can taste the dire How can we count the stars of the fallen day He can hear her voice The connection to the garden is her soul He can feel her pain!
If she leaves him now, the aching part of his life If he could hold her again he would never be wrong, to the end of days If she believes him now, the sun will return in time And he will drag her out, out of hell, to his world, in every way
He couldn't live with his broken heart in a dream, harder to waken on the hour's toll Searching the sleep of the fallen brave, headed to daylight, those who prey on him When the beautiful is his
He cannot hear the words that she's screaming, he cannot change the world tonight And he fears not what he has heard in their old dreams, to the calling of blood and dreams To the calling of blood and dreams