I see the light, and toward the source I run
with you beside, and spirits on our heels,
into the glimmer of a dying sun
Against the men and women we did shun:
they block our way, the only exit seals.
I see the light, and toward the source I run
And on our path, until our time is done,
we cast away our ever-loved ideals
into the glimmer of a dying sun
A mirror on the wall, our faces shown
I view myself, and what my life reveals
I see the light, and toward the source I run
The starlight breaks; our hiding spot undone.
The dark recedes, the shadow fades and peels
into the glimmer of a dying sun
And when you’ve made it through, I’ll strive, alone,
uncovering the half-truths we’ve concealed.
I see a light, and toward the source I run
into the glimmer of the dying sun