II: The Lonely Views of Condors

"Sometimes it's coming over me
Like a warm rain
Sometimes it's coming back to me
Like a memory
Just like the heat of endless winters
The cold of midday sun
It's the longest way a man can go
Sometimes it's more than I can take

Last night I spread my wings
Upon two worlds colliding
And somewhere in the monstrous distance
The world, it came down on me

Now I'm soaring on lost latitudes
A navigator with no chart
Looking down on all the colours that
Separate day from night

A world was lost the other day
And I'm choking on the sediment
And all the things that could have, would have been
Are the things that will not let me grow

Drifting through the bitter echoes
And the stillness far and wide
All alone with nameless phantoms
Chasing down a lonely road

Sometimes it's coming over me
Like a warm rain
Sometimes it's coming back to me
Like it's all destiny
And here I am
So close, and yet so far away from you
And here I stand
Lost in the echoes of goodbyes"