Did you hear the footsteps in the forest of the cats?
Can you feel the life in the trees?
Watching and waiting by the Emerald gates of thorns
Surrounded by the vision of wandering souls
Can I be worthy of space on a wall?
Just like the young child who lives on mine
I keep praying that the crows are still calling
In the hour of solitude
Feeling alone is never strange
For those who wish to fly
I don't want to be another empty man
With another empty glass of let's pretend
Everything's alright
And the crows are still calling
In the hour of solitude
Listen to the silence not the sound
