It will never die, no it will never die, noo it will never die it can only go on
I've never felt so... alone with the stars pressing down from above it's a feeling of terror but there's also beauty in it
I can shout, cry out aahh
it sounds small there's nothing out there at all the echo rings and disappears in the deep
I'm out like a light swallowed up in the night the dreams are dark the landscape is stark
the hills flash red from the fire of the occasional passing car it flickers and fades the brush rustles in the wind
I can shout, cry out aahh
but the sun, the horizon, the flames licking at the sky and the dark all around me bugs writhing in the light shining on my glen as I continue to write and every sound is like thunder, amplified and every minute gets longer whether I like it or not