Over the long night unending There was a way out I could see I stood in place there frozen for so long I turned away from the old days I couldn't bring them out from inside me I could never hide from the way it used to be And as I'm walking up the stairs And as I'm breathing in the air I still can feel that little hand It pulls me all across the land And when the daylight is over And when the night comes in closer We taste of the fruit that is rotten on the vine And as I'm closing up the door And as I'm fighting in the war I still can feel that little hand It pulls me all across the land