Ride Like the Wind - Stratovarius

A house made of cards and no time to run

Unfolding the path before me

Together with you and not making sense

And slid from my grasp, that moment in time

When everything stood to reason

The clarity gone, I wait for my fate

Black clouds gathering

Wind, carry the word of my fate

Ride, ride like the wind

It's fanning my flame, too bright to be real

It's burning my eyes to ashes

I'm one with the steel, too bright to be real

Black clouds gathering

Wind, carry the word of my fate

Ride, ride like the wind