The nightmare is stirring as the wind does howl,
the shadow is growing as the sun goes down.
And Ive got to let you in,
and Ive got to take you with me,
and Ive got go,
from here.
The stars are shining but not for you,
the earths revolving away from you.
And Ive got your hand to win,
and Ive got take you with me,
and Ive got to go,
from here
The trees keep growing as we die,
and all that is left of us will rise into the sky
and ive got to let you in
and ive got to take you with me,
and ive got to go
from here