Longing for the Past - Third Realm

waiting to see, when there is no light

waiting to be, in the calm stormy night

you’re marching alone, and you’re not sure who cares

but time will go on, and you must not be scared

I feel the thoughts returning, the best days of our lives

I kept the candle burning, the flame was in your eyes

waiting to see, when there is no light

waiting to be, in the calm stormy night

you’re marching alone, and you’re not sure who cares

but time will go on, and you must not be scared

wanting to hide, in the warmth of your dreams

a battle in vain, or oh so it seems

you’re carving a path, and there still is an end

now life will go on, but you’ll never descend

I feel the thoughts returning, the best days of our lives

I kept the candle burning, the flame was in your eyes

counting the stars, in the glowing sky

admire the way, they shine in your eyes

you call out a name, just the sound gives you bliss

no matter the distance, you’ll always be missed

I feel the thoughts returning, the best days of our lives

I kept the candle burning, the flame was in your eyes