Far Away - Grendel, The.Invalid

With a spiraling storm of tension

In the dead of the night

Uttering words that we should never mean

Blood and murder resting heavy

On the tips of our tongues

Despair and anger in every scream

Then like thunder in the air

The words they spread like lightning

Now is this what we truly believe

As I’m walking out the door

And drive toward the daylight

I think that I begin to see

With the pedal to the metal

In the morn’s early lights

The blood is boiling hot in my veins

Pressed back into the leather

Just the horizon in sight

With the background slowly slipping away

Then the screeching in the air

Of slamming breaks on tires

I’m driving back to what could have been

As I’m walking through the door

And you take me in your arms

I know what I can clearly see