Your conscience would take no resistance
The threshold of freedom was calling
I found out you've fallen in the shadows
The morning will find you in your sorrow
Guarding your space for surveillance
But calls of the night are contagious
I found out you've fallen in the shadows
The morning will find you in your sorrow
Do you remember the fire in your skin?
That you tried to dismember
With the cold of December
When I looked into your eyes
Your body was standing before me
But your soul was not there
Stealing the rain from your thunder
I knew all along you were trying
Circles are closing around you
Statues of friends fall behind you
I found out you've fallen in the shadows
The morning will find you in your sorrow