North Wind

We grow tired, but we've got hope

Beauty lies at the end of the road

Where we belong running on wild

As free as a child

Where the voice of the north wind calls on our names

With whispers and echoes and songs of the rain

The light of the fire, the power of the flame

Drowns out with distance

Now more of the same

It's a long shot with no followed aim

A perfect sound lost to the years

Drowned in loudness, no atmosphere

When we belong as high as a bird

Where nothing is heard

Where the voice of the north wind calls on our names

With whispers and echoes and songs of the rain

The light of the fire, the power of the flame

Drowns out with distance

Now more of the same

It's a long shot with no followed aim

Low is the sound on fire

Where the voice of the north wind calls on our names

With whispers and echoes and songs of the rain

The light of the fire, the power of the flame

Drowns out with distance

Now more of the same

It's a long shot with no followed aim