And after the storm, I run and run as the rains come. And I look up, I look up, on my knees and out of luck, I look up.

Night has always pushed up day, you must know life to see decay. But I won't rot, I won't rot. Not this mind and not this heart, I won't rot.

And I took you by the hand, and we stood tall, and remembered our own land, what we lived for.

I won't die alone and be left there. Well I guess I'll just go home, oh God knows where. Because death is just so full and man so small. Well I'm scared of what's behind and what's before.

-Lyssna!