Текст песни The Other Side

I'm too trapped in the moonlight Too caught in the wind To enjoy the view And I'm too stuck in the moment Too lost in the end In spite of you I'm sick of your kind And I know that you won't find me On the other side But the rivers have run dry And nothing here will sate me On the other side I'll sleep in the eye of the storm All the blankets adorned with my dreams I'll reach and get further than most But they're never as close as they seem I'm sick of your kind And I know that you won't find me On the other side But the rivers have run dry And nothing here will sate me On the other side And you will think That nothing's worth the fall You'll find peace at the brink The silence of it all And you will see That nothing bears the rope The weight that's underneath There's no way it can cope And you will know That nothing loads the gun The only way to go Is turn your head and run I'm sick of your kind And I know that you won't find me On the other side But the rivers have run dry And nothing here will sate me On the other side