over the long night unending
there was a way out I could see
I stood in place there frozen for so long
I turned away from the old days
I couldn't bring them out from inside me
I could never hide from the way it used to be
and as I'm walking up the stairs
and as I'm breathing in the air
I still can feel that little hand
it pulls me all across the land
and when the daylight is over
and when the night comes in closer
we taste of the fruit that is rotten on the vine
and as I'm closing up the door
and as I'm fighting in the war
I still can feel that little hand
it pulls me all across the land