The Infidel

Long gone is the day
That kept me tempting, waiting
Desire is fading
Away

From our scattered words
We build our castles high
Under shattered pictures hope is
Tremblig alive
Waiting to take a shape
Crying without anybody hearing
On this side

This longing haunts me
Like an aching dream
Standing on a high cliff
Of my proud soul to see
The barren, forlorn
Sadness of the void down below
Sometimes I dream, though
There's nowhere left to go

In my dreams I walk on
I would fly, I would fly
No more heavy masks pulling me down
Anymore, anymore
A feeling's a feeling, a man is a man
Through and through
'Cause wide awake your righteous mask
Won't save you, save you