another day and the guilt is goneanother day will stress
You'll see the blood - blood of anotherYou'll see the
In living with a fear of chanceThe chance of fears
In your hands I'm trying flightI can't dieIn your hands
Through the searching lights that weave and dartsComes the stranger
Seasons of sun won`t sufficeBut for you my guarding lightI'd
I could not care less for on,So many things tales
You aren`t what I loveYou aren`t what I needYou aren`t
I find when I'm all alone that I feel so
I can take one day to achieve my goal then