Just listen It's not the sunrise, it's the light it brings And it's not the tears, it's how the sorrow sings It's not the solitude, it is the emptiness It's not the fear, it's how the blood rushes It's not the fleeing, it is the leaving And that my inside remains unchanged
I shut all doors to summer Opening the vaults to fall Closing my mind to all color Midwinter calls Home!
We are lost, far from home We never discovered a way to get closer Our whole existence outlasts our fall
Confession I never shone brightly, I never cried lightly And it's not that I don't know the demons are fighting I know them by the name as they reek of emptiness Source not the fear, it's the self-esteem it crushes It's not the fleeing, it's the non-believing And that my inside will never change, no It is the doubting and simply being These are the fears that I'm battling through
We are lost, far from home We never discovered a way to get closer Our whole existence outlasts our fall
We were tears in a storm That froze in the fall We've fallen too far
I shut all doors to summer Opening the vaults to fall Closing my mind to all colors Midwinter calls Home!
We are lost, far from home We never discovered a way to get closer Our whole existence outlasts our fall To behold this (We are lost, far from home) Is it hopeless? We are lost, far from home The last of all
Compositores: Henrik Gosta Danhage (Henrik Goesta Danhage), Rikard Jan Zander, Tomas Steffen Englund, Jonas Ekdahl, Johan Niemann ECAD: Obra #35100200