Žodžiai dainai: From The Pawn. Like A Glove.

Without, the desires that brought
us all this pain. I will strive
beyond all regret, I can face the
fears that conquered me. To the
grave I will not forget, these
times that shaped our lives.

Those nights that never fade
away discerning everything I am
reliving all the memories
discerning everything I am.

To dare to dance the rapids
and live to chance the tides
to strive and seek and find
those winds behind our skies.

Your spark will burn the looses
and blind those weary eyes