hiraeth

behind the orange light
night hangs on threads of lead
with eyes full of blood
no water to quench our thirst

a day lost to the wind
another memory adri
the earth has spun off course
as an old light begins its lonely flight

stand where the night begins to lean
between the shadows and things that are unseen
this silent clockwork that spins inside the head
a quiet dread that all is le unsaid
and in the end it all becomes a story
and in the end it all becomes a dream

on a boulder by the sea
inscribed with ancient runes
lies the atlas of all paths
we will have walked someday

stand where the night begins to lean
between the shadows and things that are unseen
a song of what we fear, spins inside the soul
are we the last ones, the last to let it go
and in the end it all becomes a story
and in the end it all becomes a dream again

stand where the night begins to lean
between the shadows and things that are unseen
this silent clockwork that spins inside the head
a quiet dread that all is le unsaid
and in the end we‘ll all become a story
and in the end we‘ll all become a dream again