The Small Hours

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