Falling Up. Maps. Zeneszám

One last hour before this place is on fire
Loosing all as the flames grow higher and higher
Here I stand

The further I'm from you, the harder I try to exist
Somebody tell me how did it come to this?
Take these blinds from my eyes and wake me from the inside

This last hour the night dropped into the sea
The light spread wide and the sky broke open and free
Here I stand

Further out, maybe you could meet me where I am
Further out, I know there is hope within your hands