Outline

A hot blast from the northernmost part of Afghanistan Likening the docks to one people A working guard standing at the adjoining point of fire Something is wrong, in what I see now What do they want from the weather soldiers when they're gone I look at the melted sky, walking down the concrete path Light of heartless eyes, keep just moving, pulling out of memory Breathing smell of broken glass But there's hope inside We are falling I stay alone The sun soon turns to red Still I run, away from this place Wherever you will, wherever you go But always held on the side of your eyes Wherever you will, wherever you go Only a blast and the sun then it dies Wherever you will, wherever you go But always held on the side of your eyes Wherever you will, wherever you go Only a blast and the sun then it dies I stay alone The sun soon turns to red Still I run, away from this place I stay alone The sun soon turns to red Still I run, away from this place