For years we've fought the night
With pale and ghostly flames
I've ran the mile already. Crossed a valley and returned. Strayed away from the paths I know to chase a light that constantly flickers in the dark, leaving me behind, disoriented and lost. I don't have to chase it. But I do it. Out of the will of overcoming misfortunes and trials, to reach an ultimate destination. Out of the strength of the faith I cling to. Faith in achieving a goal in the end. Faith in finding us again, back at the golden path of harmony, were we once walked through.
So much walking, so much running behind... and every time I'm about to touch it, it disappears. All that effort, into nothing. I change the course, go back to my own path, only to be tampered by that blinking light again.
The whole routine gets tiring. Like the tide, it comes then goes, then comes, then goes... I'm tired of it. I'm sick tired of chasing cars. If you're staying, then do so. If you're leaving, then just do so. The choice is pretty damn easy. Things are always just plain simple.
Some still dream of light,
Say the sun will rise again