Behind Thyme - Death Hawks

Turn down the light

let everything turn to gold

and let all things pass

I feel like a child

sleeping among with wolves wild

High above the tall white trees

I’m devoted to seek

I hear music eternally

There comes a time

I hear rhymes of goodbye

Feed me those dreams

I remember

I’ve been waiting for you

to glance with a smile

from those unquiet eyes

and take this hand of mine

pass the edge of the night

Turn out the light

we’re going down below the burning gold

We go beyond our sight

we got eyes behind time

Feed me those dreams

of our dying days

Feed me those dreams

when the night wind wails