PAROLES
Below the cold and emptiness
‘Emptiness’
No space to run decompress
‘Decompress’
Back here again
‘Back here again’
Memories and trends
Tying the loose ends up
‘Tomorrow’
See what tomorrow has to give
Maybe the sun will shine
Through the clouds and morning rain
‘Tomorrow’
See what tomorrow has to bring
‘Tomorrow’
Before we lose our minds
The sound of calling from our beds
‘From our beds’
A choir of angels serenade the dead
‘The dead’
Spirits floating, once ashes and dust
I hear them calling, calling me up
‘Calling me up’
‘Tomorrow’
See what tomorrow has to give
Before we lose our minds
