Again we're on the line

and this time i feel the day is not mine

Touch gently on the surface

or crash like hell

I won't be sacrifised



I let the hours wear my heart

I leave the others to impale nightly moon

and when I hear the call crying loud

I just turn and turn and run away



Impleasent all the way

still a form of life tradition yet remains

and when its starts to rain

I seek for shelter and blow my storm away



I let the hours wear my heart

I leave the others to impale nightly moon

and when I hear the call crying loud

I just turn and turn and run away