Sequence Ii: The Lonely Views Of Condors

Sometimes it's coming over me

Like a warm rain

Sometimes it's coming back to me

Like a memory

Just like a heat of endless winters

The cold of midday sun

It's the longest way a man can go

Sometimes it's more than I can take

Last night I spread my wings

Upon two worlds colliding

And somewhere at the monstrous distance

The world, it came down on me

Now I am soaring on lost latitudes

A navigator with no chart

Looking down on all the colours that

Separated day from night

And all the demons in my head

Still permeate the sleap

I will feast upon their strange desires

Bring me something to keep the night away

And here I am

So close and yet to far from you

And here I stand

lost in the echoes of goodbyes

And here I am

Still something left to lose

A world was lost the other day

And I am choking on the sediments

And all the things that cold have been would have been

Are the things than will not let me grow

Drifting from the bitter echoes

And the sillnes far and wide

All alone with the nameless phantoms

Chasing down a lonely road

Sometimes it's coming over me

Like a warm rain

Sometimes it's coming back to me

Like it's all destiny

And here I am

So close and yet to far from you

And here I stand

Lost in the echoes of goodbyes