Ought of here
Or out of nowhere
In the land of thousand hills
Where the faces are familiar
Where time is standing still
Then it all turned against me
And I stumbled to the ground
Did you know that after the storm
You will not hear a sound
Now it's
You and I, you and I
Out of sight
And ought of your mind
It's easy to forget
But I'll make you remember
I'll make you regret
When darkness walked among us
I could count a 100 days
Did you know that after
