From a distant day
Feeling the wind of decay
Afraid of what we have saw
Reaching for what we've prayed

Standing in the middle of a desert
Hope and joy were just an image
Feelings are nothing but inert
From an old book we turned the page

Couldn't keep our eyes up
To see the top of the mountain
You say the climb may end as a drop
And it's more than you can contain

Bridge
Our souls are drifting by
No reasons, who's to tell
Was it just a trip
With a transit to hell?

Chorus
Deeper you think we go
Cannot see the light of the other side
Now, you made it all stop
Should i fight till we get to the top?