Tomorrow.
And in the presence of tomorrow I hear your calling.
You tell me to dream and to glaze at the stars I have created. But you've stopped reaching.
The twinkles and echoes of laughter.
You tell me to run, run through the storm, the wind, the desert. But...
You tell me to dream and to glaze at the stars I have created. But you've stopped reaching.
The twinkles and echoes of laughter.
You tell me to run, run through the storm, the wind, the desert. But...