I will rise
to dreams of freedom
and avow
to return the treasib that came under your reign
the day and then the shade
I have slept
inside the season that frozen within grasp

All my fears come into view
there must be an end soon
when every waking hour
is part of the lie.

I will rise
over glass cathedrals
and let go
with my eyes resting upon the nearing dark
the day and then the shade
I have slept
within the reason that kept me so remote

Make a brand new vow
in the heat of the evening
the darkness swarms
I was nothing, ever
but red like the sun
dying down over the freeway
is the brand new sky
over the mouintain ridge.