I will arise:
in the depths, I will open my eyes;
as my breath almost fails me, survive.
Wait - there's something unclear,
there's soemthing I fear now drawing close.
Could it be you? Whose is that voice?
Is it now time to make a chice?
Ah - that irrational pain!
This ridiculous brain now bursts with joy.
Could it be me? Could it be now?
Should I begin to take my vows?
I will return:
as I live, as I breathe, as I burn
I swear I will come through,
with my hands stretching out in the dark,
with my eye pressed up tight to the glass,
wondering if it's all been true.
| 1 | Pilgrims |
| 2 | Refugees |
| 3 | A Plague Of Lighthouse Keepers |
| 4 | Lost |
| 5 | House With No Door |
| 6 | Darkness (11/11) |
| 7 | La Rossa |
| 8 | Aerosol Grey Machine |
| 9 | My Room (Waiting For Wonderland) |
| 10 | Afterwards |