Under strange skies we cling on lost trails,
Let's dream less, for soon we'll be there,
With your dead romance, I suffer in your arms,
but find a way where [bad word] undone

Skies surround, her ghost lays a path,
if she whispers your name will you wake?

Twilight burns our secrets,
Follow her and soon we'll be there
With your dead romance, I suffer in your arms,
but find a way to bleed into one
we find a way where [bad word] undone