With my face pressed against this window to the world
searching for something new in an unchanging view

Shunning the day for the night
Where will we go?
Will we know?
Or will we find
That the day has arrived?
How will we tell?
Just as well,
We're out of time.

When the night starts to burn as hot as day,
What that we've learned will survive?
When time starts to flow too fast for pain,
From endings, begginings arrive.

Climbing to day from the shade
Fighting for breath,
Fighting death,
Reaching through space,
To the place
We'll arrive.
Will you be there?
will you care,
or will you hide?

Eternity reaches down and finds me here,
In slumber awaiting the dawn.
Memory employed to stave off fear,
Light fades as hope is now gone.