Lights - Adramelch

Floating, drifting, fading memories

Riding, voicing, screaming silence

Always on the run

The fortune by our side

Here on the tide

Then we disappear

And nobody’s here

Just faded years

We are ready to feel something

We are fetching falling wonders

Turn the pages of the story

Win the races catch the glory

Squeezing, living, fully this time

Grip it in one’s hand don’t let it slip

Always in the sun

Another photograph

Another laugh

Then, shivers of fear

The days are going away

And all is gray

We are ready to feel something

We are fetching falling wonders

Turn the pages of the story

Win the races catch the glory

Don’t drive your heart behind

Gaze the vault of the sky

Wash away your pain

Oh, now open wide your eyes

Till you meet the light

wipe away this rain

We are ready to feel something

We are fetching falling wonders

Turn the pages of the story

Win the races catch the glory