holy weather

this is the final journey

to the edge of ourselves

this is the beginning of the end

took her hand

and walked her through

took her hand

and walked her into the blue

into that blue. so we walked on water

and crossed the fields

of burning sand

but the further we went

the the more we became

what we couldn't understand

i was drifting further away

she was lost like a breeze

in a hurricane

a hurricane. you know i've got you

in my blood-stream

you know that no matter

how loud i scream

i still hear your voice in my head

you are the fire burning solo

you are the wind

in between the snow

i can't escape you

i can't escape. go back

go back

find yourself a train track

it's not too late to go home

passion is this weight

on my shoulders

passion is this weight

on my shoulders

passion is this weight

on my shoulders

passion is this weight

on my shoulders

so why did you follow me

into this den

when all the bluest stars

paint your name

in a sky of black

you must go back

i told you that i've got you

in my blood-stream

i told you that no matter

how loud i scream

i still hear your voice in my head

you are the fire burning solo

you are the wind

in between the snow

i can't escape you

i can't escape you

oh

(passion is this weight

on my shoulders)