The Golden Door (feat. Yana Malashkina & Anna Glaid)

He's been here before He's seen many things, and he knows many more Hope called him there and up the stairs To the golden door It opens up and sings He's heard this before along with many other things Hope called him there and into a chair Then a bell rings And the olden colours lighten up his mind The golden door was there before his time A gentle face Rings the sound of interest, and words begin to race Moments everywhere And yet so rare... so much space... And the olden colours lighten up his mind The golden door was there before his time Walking home again Wind doesn't matter; neither thunder, nor rain Hope called him there and made him aware This is not the end This is not the end This is not the end This is not the end This is not the end You have to remind yourself sometimes This is not the end