I love the quiet of the night time
When the sun has drowned in a deathly sea
I can feel my heart beating as I speed from
The sense of time catching up with me
The sky set out like a pathway
But who decide which route we take
As people drift into a dream world
I close my eyes and my hands shake
And will I see a new day
Who's driving this anyway?
I picture my own grave
Cos fear's got a hold on me...
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