Igralova - Never Alone

Beneath the weight of a heavy sky
We watch the colors start to fade and die
But in the quiet where the shadows go
There is a spark that we used to know
We hold our breath, we count the beats in time
Searching for a reason, and the rhythm
And the air is thinning, the night is cold
But there is a fire that we still hold
Feel the tension start to pull us near