Vārdi: Gyroscope. Hollow Like Cheyenne.

Ever noticed how our roles have changed?
From what I gather anyway,
Hear me, hear me - punished for silence,
Hear me, hear me - should I die down?

I'll push aside this fear you left me,
I'll burn the signs in secrecy,
You light the sky, with tragic beauty,
Now drown it all, in sacred sea,

Ever noticed how our roles have changed?
From what I gather anyway,
Hear me, hear me - punished for silence,
Hear me, hear me - should I die down?

I'll push aside this fear you left me,
I'll burn the signs in secrecy,
You light the sky, with tragic beauty,
Now drown it all, in sacred sea,

In sacrecy, In sacrecy, In sacrecy, In sacrecy,
In sacrecy, In sacrecy, In sacrecy, In sacrecy,


Ever noticed how our roles have changed?
From what I gather anyway,
Hear me, hear me - punished for silence,
Hear me, hear me - should I die down?

I'll push aside this fear you left me,
I'll burn the signs in secrecy,
You light the sky, with tragic beauty,
Now drown it all, in sacred sea,

In sacrecy, In sacrecy,

In sacrecy, In sacrecy, In sacrecy, In sacrecy,
In sacrecy,

In sacrecy, sacrecy, sacrecy, sacrecy,
In sacrecy, In sacrecy,