What a waste home
Stable ages ago
Can't replace the bone
The end of ways to left home
Today the sky was heat
The cold and the stone
Staring at me
I know
(Something's calling from the dead)
I can feel what they won't believe
And I know
(No prologing in the end)
It's calling for me
It's calling back again
A day is only done
When all black takes to the sun
Today I saw the sea
The fire and the waves
Staring at me
I know
(Something's calling from the dead)
I can feel what they won't believe
And I know
(No prologing in the end)
It's calling for me
It's calling back again
(Something's calling from the dead)
(No prologing in the end)