Daily Nightmare

When the light dies behind the hills.
We fight our fight, in nothing we believe.
Can our nightmares lie, we walk our way,
searching for a fire, searching for a light.
I can´t feel your hands, I want to see your face,
I begin to fear.

And it´s running around my brain.
When the colours begin to change.
The blue of the sky is turning grey.
Nothing more to see, the sun rises on.
Nothing to believe, my memories are gone.
I can feel it now, it burns me out,
I begin to fear.

And it´s running around my brain.