I shy away from impossibilities
And disbelieve any sunlight in black eyes
But I shouldn't be so sure
Should not rest with second sight

I feel the night touch my heart
A torrid river sweeps this shadowed art
Burns through a gate at which appears my maker
So cold alight my father's eyes

Distorted visions may have left me unchanged
While truth and clarity could lead me astray
But I've witnessed too much pain
Without choosing, without pride

I feel the night touch my heart
A torrid river sweeps this shadowed art
Burns through a gate at which appears my maker
So cold alight my father's eyes

A sigh, feeling's gone
Rage subsides, I lost my head
Don't try, don't say it
Shake this moment off your weary mind

A sigh beyond this world
Silence greets me now
All my fears aside
If soil and tree
Would not answer me
Now the mighty heavens will