You can not take this from me
Nor can you hide
I don't know what it is to
Bury the light
The wind burns
As the arrow turns the blind eye
That sees nothing
Now that this nothing
Is becoming
The sky
You can not take this from me
Nor can you hide
I don't know what it is to
Bury the light
The wind burns
As the arrow turns the blind eye
That sees nothing
Now that this nothing
Is becoming
The sky
The wind burns
As the arrow turns the blind eye
That sees nothing
Now that this nothing
Is becoming
The sky
The sky
The sky
The sky
The sky
The sky
The sky