Texty: Paradise Lost. Host. Behind The Grey.

I can't see much truth in what's being spoken
I can't see much hope in what lays broken

I can't see much truth in what's being spoken
I can't see much hope in what lays broken
I've seen it many times

Pray for that day when you'll leave behind the grey
Pray for that day when your feet could walk on different soil

You've felt an omen, "Oh, another"
I've heard this many times when I speak, silence
So assured that you could find, I seek it more

Pray for that day when you'll leave behind the grey
Pray for that day when your feet could walk on different soil

I can't see much truth in what's being spoken
I can't see much hope in what lays broken

Pray for that day when you'll leave behind the grey
Pray for that day when your feet could walk on different soil

Pray for that day when you'll leave behind the grey
Pray for that day, and that night you came
You came and saw the earth