Standing in the eye of the storm My eyes start to roll To the curl of your lips In the center of eclipse Glow is low and its dimming And the silence is ringing And I can almost feel your breath I can almost feel the rest Night is young and we're living

Release your problems What a night Lone with mind, won't take my Eyes to see the break in your way Won't you take it all on own You feeding something make me start to see in the night Won't you help me roll back home The feet are stumbling, walking down