With The Current Into Grey
The current springs
A source pure and bright
Where magic sings
In silence
Remembrance fades
All ends seem so nigh
Illusions break
In silence
I drift away
You are led astray
With the current
Into grey
I'm staying here
While you disappear
With the current
Into grey
The current leads
To places afar
With violent swirls
Into the pale
Illusions broke
In a wide nameless sea
The source remains
Endlessly
I drift away
You are led astray
With the current
Into grey
I'm staying here
While you disappear
With the current
Into grey
Autor(es): Thomas Helm / Ulf Theodor Schwadorf Markus Stock
