Music

The Small Hours

Written By Mortimer

Suck on this

Look hard at the darkness
And you will see
Just call my name and I'll be there

You cannot touch me
You would not dare
I am the chill that's in the air

	And I try to get through to you
	In my own special way
	As the barriers crumble
	At the end of the day

Dark rivers are flowing
Back into the past
You are the fish for which I cast

And what of the future
What is to be
As the rivers flow into the sea

	And I try to get through to you
	In my own special way
	As the barriers crumble
	At the end of the day

Do not take for granted
Powers out there
Don't step into the demon's lair

Time is an illusion
Rising from time
Steep is the mountain which we climb

	And I try to get through to you
	In my own special way
	As the barriers crumble
	At the end of the day