Hope Leaves
Opeth
4:28No more wishes for the past No lingering of sages and seers Desperations and fevers last The undertows are strong here... And here I lie, another morning arise Too far away from coming home I see a face in the snow, inside my head a voice calls for me I see your face in the snow And outside the sun is too far away to feel And here I lie, another morning arise Too far away from coming home And here I lie, another morning arise Too far away from coming home And could we live Within the wake of hidden lies When we're too far away.