Oh, restless head,
How I need the warmth of the sun.
I'm losing hope in that deep blue sea.
I kept my prayers and promises close,
riding my dreams like the horses of the apocalypse.
Never wanting to end,
never staying long enough to take root.
Feeling like a time bomb,
the silent ticking,
the closer, the better.
Wanting to destroy,
yet choosing to keep the peace.
Well, I wonder,
How many trains must I let pass
before making my move?
How many winters must I endure
while my hopes freeze?
I'm still alive, though,
and that should count for something.
After the rain
and all the broken promises,
I believe there's something beautiful
at the end of the rainbow.
As long as I believe,
I'm still going to need the sun by my side,
with the moon guiding my steps
and the stars upon my back.
Never seeming to rise,
but never falling either.
Flying beneath the sky,
touching that deep sea.
I'm still flying...
