The Haze^by Liam Laghan

Over the years
there was no serious ways to reach out
Delights and tears
just a game and a need to disguise

Passions and fears
a daily hookup in our mind
Dreamers with shears
wounding hopes when there's nothing to fight


They're used to say 
there's nothing else to try
It's better to give up 
this fantasy life

That even with hands
there is no way to write
a tale where a child 
may reach the stars

They're used to say 
there's nothing else to try
That only the others
have few chances to shine

That even with dreams
there is no way to reach
a place you haven't been born
but hold on...


When the wall is too hard
there's always a door to open further

No frustration too high
we'll spread our wings to fly over

No more time to go down
devotion will make-up our desires

And if we fall apart 
down on our knees we'll move the haze up


...we'll spread our wings to fly over

No more time to go down
devotion will make-up our desires

And if we fall apart 
down on our knees we'll move the haze up


(When the wall is too hard)
(there's always a door to open further)
(No frustration too high)
(we'll spread our wings to fly over)


When the wall is too hard
there's always a door to open further

No frustration too high
we'll spread our wings to fly over

No more time to go down
devotion will make-up our desires

And if we fall apart 
down on our knees we'll move the haze up


...we'll spread our wings to fly over

No more time to go down
devotion will make-up our desires

And if we fall apart 
down on our knees we'll move the haze up