Chorus:
Can‘t you see the cold nights
Coming down the torch lights
Forming in the dawn, hope calling

I sink into the odd side
Find me where the ghosts hide
Far off all the roads of hope
We‘re set to die young

Part:
I‘m leaving, this garden be my home tonight
I‘m breathing the air of dozen spirits
Light the ceiling
I ponder on my own delight
I‘m freezing between the branches on my mind

Recited woes, the cotton to my bone denied the lows
Like reason light the other side of hope
I‘m bleeding the dirt off my soul