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 A language used will be to confuse And when they shake your hand Their ground will break away I am not made of clay I know the stair descends and the hour dies away Your fine reflection there Will not lose your way I know those second thoughts My time is held on pause I know the stairs descend and the hour dies away Your fine reflection there But you will not lose your way