Fading

When the vision's high

Shout a lullaby

To the wild-eyed tribe as they come alive

As they come alive

Touch your head to mine

Don't you ever feel the ghosts?

When you're cold and tired

You're right there in their hold

It's already fading

Looping, stirring the colour becoming another

Hearing the voices calling me (It's already fading)

Looping, stirring the colour becoming another

Hearing the voices calling me

Was it fire, surreal

Lighting all the pages

I'm the happiness in someone else's story

There's a cold wind blowing me away from you

It's showing me the way

But it's blowing me away

Touch your head to mine

Don't you ever feel the ghosts?

When you're cold and tired

You're right there in their hold

It's already fading

Looping, stirring the colour becoming another

Hearing the voices calling me (It's already fading)

Looping, stirring the colour becoming another

Hearing the voices calling me

Hearing the voices calling me