Distant Call [Demo]

Oh, let the shadows fall

And govern you no more

Your thoughts from now begin at this door

I know the stairs descend

Voices will not be warm

I am your distant call

The words cannot be bound

No anchor can be found

The language used will be to confuse

And when they shake your hand

The ground will break away

I am not made of clay

I know the stair descends

And the hour dies away, ah-ah

Your fine reflection there

You will not lose your way

Ah-ha, la-dee, da-dam

I know those second thoughts

My time is held on pause

I know the stairs descend

And the hour dies away, ah-ah

Your fine reflection there

But you will not lose your way