Interpret:

Opeth

Album:

Heritage

No more wishes for the past
No lingering of sages and seers
Desperations and fevers last
The undertows are strong here...


And here I lie, another morning arise
Too far away from coming home


I see a face in the snow
Inside my head a voice calls for me
I see your face in the snow 
And the sun is to far away to feel


And here I lie, another morning arise
Too far away from coming home


And could we live within the wake of hidden lies
When we're too far away...