The nightmare is stirring as the wind does howl,

the shadow is growing as the sun goes down.



And I've got to let you in,

and I've got to take you with me,

and I've got go,

from here.



The stars are shining but not for you,

the earth's revolving away from you.



And I've got your hand to win,

and I've got take you with me,

and I've got to go, 

from here



The trees keep growing as we die,

and all that is left of us will rise into the sky



and i've got to let you in

and i've got to take you with me,

and i've got to go

from here