Catatonic Sun

Everything, under the sun Turn the silver silence, into something gold Maybe, nothing at all Thorn between to roses hard to save the fall I'm calling out I'm calling out I'm calling out I'm calling out Take me there, without a care I guess it's all just heresy wound up to be true Right away, see the hate Old age see no evil, only if it's free I'm calling out I'm calling out I'm calling out I'm calling out