In this sign of your fine grace
the tears that fall from your face
all the memories that die for me
it's a cruel road to home

the moment of my truth
drowned in fear after lose
you'll creep inside my soul
torn on the ligh! what have you done?

I am waiting
but I follow you
you don't know what's going on
there is a reason

in your eyes I can see
that I will never be free
I feel your hate for me
it's a mortal home

I fighting with my fears
a cold and lonely dead
suck my hope and faith
I'm afraid, come on hold my hand

I am waiting
but I follow you
you don't know what's going on
there is a reason