Outside, your eyes strike me,
as the rain spills down your face.
Waiting, watching, the fears rise.
Once again, lift up your eyes.
And I believe, we’ll wake to find the fear have gone…
and you and I will live again, beneath the sun.
As those stars burn out in black skies,
We will move as one.
Somehow your eyes tell me,
we will find our way back home.
Waiting watching, as hope dies.
Once again lift up your eyes.
And I believe, we’ll wake to find the fear have gone…
and you and I will live again, beneath the sun.
As those stars burn out in black skies,
We will move as one.
