Album: Interface

Impulse

Yearning for the dawn of the golden age, a new beginning, when will things change
The bleak winter is over and the ice starts to melt
A changing of the seasons, I have lost what I once felt
A pain that eats me inside, so far away from the outside
Redemption of our rapport, dissension continues to hinder
Let me be free. I wish to ride the storm, let the winds blow and the rain pour
Crimson sea take me, away from all the pain
Elapsing impulse of sentiment, bearing heart felt emotion tears