I'd always had you to tell me
This time will work
A cloak by Walter Raleigh
Path on a hole
Went too far this time
Had my hopes too high
Nothing came and I
Watched the motive die
The motive dries her cloak
And turns the tunnel's light
Now its just a breeze
On which i now rely
Where are you
Where are you
Your strength over chemicals
That demise a regular
That demise a regular
That demise a regular
An otherwordly call
A force of nature
Where are you now
Do I have to wait?
Will patience allow?
