Lletres: The Gathering. The West Pole. Capital Of Nowhere.

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Before the morning wakes
Night's gone up in flames
Of the neon lights
A siren calls my way
Don't easily fade away
In between the height

Light travels through black winter skies
Unravels pieces of the mind
And slowly the heart opens

Before the morning wakes
Night's gone up in flames
In the northern lights
It's more than you can take
To carry all the way
I know you've tried

Light travels through black winter skies
Unravels pieces of the mind
And slowly the heart opens

I need, need
I need your light

Light travels through black winter skies
Unravels pieces of the mind
And slowly the heart opens

I need, need
I need your light