Late at night, another day dies and the silver moon is on the rise
I have travelled far and wide chasing after shadows in my mind
The clinging silence 'round my ears magnifies the real fears

In a half-work I am floating down the river of years
I search the faces as I pass them by
Out to the ocean where the lost souls cry


Why do you call my name?
I hear your song

Why do you follow me, do I need to hear your song?

Crossing over the mountain range on a one way trip of time and change


Looking over my shoulder at the cloud of years that passed me yesterday
I have touched the ice of the northern lands,

I've sung the song of the desert sand
But in the end will there be something to understand?
When I leave the river for the open sea

I'll ride the waves and you will be me

Why do you call my name?

I hear your song
Why do you follow me, do I need to hear your song?