6 o'clock in the morning
you fought and
the deed is done
long deserted highway
fugitives on the
run
Thunder cracks are breeding
a lightning storm is
born
the mirror paints your reflection
like a version
over worn
the sky is weeping
but the day has not
begun
the horizon is vying
and it's crying for the sun
Chorus
do you seek to hide?
do i seek to find?
the
tides are turning
in endless marching waves
for the stars
they have their warning
to death their progression
paves
God washed his hands
for the setting of the
sun
the colours spread and bled
all over the
horizon.
If purple's the shade of bruises
the nights
flesh has been mauled
maroon poor moon surrender
your
number has been called.
