A different kind of sunlight a different kind of air
A different kind of silence a feeling of fear...
Just a minor fluctuation or a race to the edge
Could the night be closing in will a new tomorrow
Begin
Words can be unspoken and echoes can remain one
life time to another will the story be the same
Just a minor fluctuation or a race to the edge
Could the night be closing in will a new tomorrow
Begin
We will be marching
We will keep the fire bright
towards another day into the morning light
A million days will come and we won't say goodbye beyond tomorrow we
'll be gazing at the sky knowing our
children will be growing up to know about the fortune
And to let the fields grow
Could the night be closing in
Will a new tomorrow begin
Are the echoes beginning to fade...
