Nightwalkers

There is a fire in your voice There is a fire There is a fire in your voice There is a fire The river of light is running dry Eyes are burning Deceiving the heart I hear howls from the northern dogs There is a fire in their voices Crowned in colours of fall And the setting sun in her hand I see children run towards dying light There is a fire in her voice Dusk sets a tone Reminds us of what is to come This night is a window We offer our admission and return home Dusk sets a tone Reminds us of what is to come This night is a window We offer our admission and return home There is a fire in my voice There is a fire There is a fire in my voice There is a fire