opening the doors 

opening the rooms to us 

a hope to transcend 

this deadened consciousness 

i call my home 

so passion drains the pain away 

biting through 

as ice storms wait to pierce the flesh 

and i wait too 

passion drains the pain away 

biting through 

as ice storms wait to pierce the flesh 

and iand i

a wild eyed child running faster than 

the echo of her mother's loving voice 

of her mother's loving voice 

closing over us all 

opening the doors 

opening the rooms to us 

a prayer now to feel again 

the warmth of memories 

i call my home 

so spellbound into this domain 

of dreamlike waters' heavy groan 

it is nothing more than that 

than that which we have always known

so spellbound into this domain 

of dreamlike waters' heavy groan 

it is nothing more than that 

which wewhich we

that six months is not long enough 

to forget that everything erased will be written again 

everything erased will be written again 

and for now we know, 

and for now we know, 

the waiting is until the end 

the waiting is until the end 

the waiting is until the end 

the waiting all alone