its dark outside but truth is beautiful
its warmth in the night
the curse is healed when day breaks colorful
what a sight

its coming, i feel the sunrise
its coming, its coming down

the faded sky is tearing away
these fires are not for light
the feeble eyes are waiting for day
the sky's alive tonight

i'll build my home upon this stone
even though they threw it out
its getting late, i'm going to wait for it
the final shout