Testo di Something Calling

Who are the children of the night See them walking with their demons raging deep inside No strangers to the blackness of the winter sky Blind and broken, can see the sparks before they fly Something calling through the night Calling out from the other side A genius on a tightrope tastes the bitter fruits of life While a beggar lives in the clothes upon his back A dreamer sleepwalks through the pain of day All are searching, searching for the quiet life, Calling, calling out from the other side Something calling through the night Calling out from the other side Calling through the night, calling out from the other side