As the stars lay dying at the back of the hills

Ever wondered how it feels like to be,
The only person in the world,
Every time I fall back on my dreams,
I climb another mountain with a crawl.

In the moment when the grand truth reveals,
The world shines a new light,
Yet soon you find the same old snow,
Lining up the fringes of your wall.


And the seas were crying,
With the dead long fish,
And I just kept rowing through them all.

And the suns were setting
In the green blue dome,
And I just kept floating to my fall.


The lucky ones share a few small laughs,
Crying through the alleys dark,
You don't know if you have luck enough,
If you haven't had much laugh at all.

The city lights on the blind man's face,
He is lit all red and green,
As he wades through the darkness of his life,
He doesn't know the colours of his dreams.


And the air keeps howling,
With the wolves crying loud,
And I just keep running to their screams,

And the stars were dying,
At the back of the hills,
And I just keep walking by the streams.