Letras:Kyte. Fear from Death.

Here?s the first of the anger and shout
Gaining volume, speed and doubt
Up in the clouds

Power cuts and smothered love
Pushing past the pretend fun
We?re all alone

Turn away, don?t raise your eyes to us
Think of dead trees, think of dark seas
Your broken neck should make this hard for us
We always helped you and took your word true

It?s the boat that missed its chance
In the thundering at last
We?ll move along

Turn away, don?t raise your eyes to us
Think of dead trees, think of dark seas
Your broken neck should make this hard for us
We always helped you and took your word true