Crave

Fire is low for wind and fame. It's brought tonight. Growing old with poisoned faith. The nerves are taut. Fire is low, The virtual glow Enchained to you. Will you crave the limpid air To heal your soul? Now I see the sky. I regain control. And I greet the sun. So I carry on. Will you love a different game, Sincere and true? Will your song with me to play give Up your chain? Will you long for a different song Reviving you? Will you crave for truth To heal your soul? Now I see the sky. I regain control. And I greet the sun. So I carry on. Now I see the sky. I regain control. And I greet the sun. So I carry on. And I greet the sun. So I carry on