White wings, should I follow the north lights
Even if they sear me in their immensity?
Tell me if I can own them
Say they are so mine only I can see them
Lie to me
That everything I’ve been is nothing
It’s gone with the wind
Will life now guide me through the ice and stones?
Please tell me where to go
Conceited, you’re facing devil unaware it was your own shade
Conceited, you’re facing the devil
Now my mind is imprisoned and vagabond
Nothing will be changed from my scattered past
I'm the trail left behind by an old ship
The woods of the trees have seen
That I'm just a voice to warn you
That the only way to wander without being lost is to follow the lights
Or fading away, rising high like a titan of lights
It’s gone with the wind
Will life now guide me through the ice and stones?
Please tell me where to go
