When the moon shines bright,
but the smoke blows black,
once it all fades to white,
you can never go back.
So hold your head high,
on the dark summer night,
and you can learn why the world,
tries to put up a fight.
Nothing to think of and nothing to say,
No way to discover, to find my way.
Someone find me, save the day
A soulless body, like made of clay
I see the pathway in my mind
No way out just looking behind
the first step is for you
the first leap is mine