The Small Hours (1992 Version)

Look hard at the darkness and you will see

Just call my name, and I'll be there

You cannot touch me, you would not dare

I am the chill that's in the air

And I try to get through to you

In my own special way

As the barriers crumble

At the end of the day

Dark rivers are flowing back into the past

You are the fish for which I cast

And what of the future? What is to be

As the rivers flow into the sea?

And I try to get through to you

In my own special way

As the barriers crumble

At the end of the day

Take not for granted, powers out there

Don't step into the demon's lair

And time is an illusion, life is but time

Steep is the mountain we all climb

And I try to get through to you

In my own special way

As the barriers crumble

At the end of the day