Текст: Tallman. The Ladder.

in a darkened room
sun burned a hole in your eyes
afraid to leave the tomb
afraid to look at the sky
you will be waking soon
come on and open your eyes
you will be waking soon
come on see through the disguise

head in a grey balloon
waiting to witness a sign
head in a grey balloon
immune to passing of time
you will be waking soon
come on and open your eyes
you will be waking soon
come on see through the disguise

your hollow apathy
is not concerning me
stuck somewhere in-between
a dying wish and a dream
question philosophy
reject hypocrisy

stuck somewhere in-between
a dying wish and a dream

reaching out for something
something i cannot find
reaching out for someone
someone is left behind

your hollow apathy
is not concerning me
stuck somewhere in-between
a dying wish and a dream
question philosophy
reject hypocrisy
stuck somewhere inbetween
a dying wish and a dream

come on and open your eyes