Masquerade کے بول

On an open stretch of freeway Underneath the canvas clouds The blackness after evening Swallowed everything around But just up head on the open horizon We caught the faintest glow And as we drew near it seemed so clear that the dark would have to go In the center of the city Comes the illusion of the day When everything looks pretty It's easy to think you've found the way But it's all just a big masquerade It was thirty-six months earlier On that same ol d lonesome road And that same old darkness lingered Just before the lightning show And the thunder cracked down And His lightning conquered everything around That dark had to flee Now the light of the little town Was as dark as the night compared to the light