ORCA - 11th Hour
A wall between me and heaven
A welcome banner from hell
But I am never weary of what it holds for me
Or what it could have been
Down with my face sank into the mud
I've ceased to exist, lost into the crowd
Been chasing shadows down the alleys of my empty heart
I light my fire to find my own way back
Guide my tired soul back home, to you
Cause this time, I lay myself surrendered
My eleventh hour
Can't win the race with a dying light
But in the end, I know, my path was right
I was led by a man with a blinded sight
All I have left are my bones, too charred to keep
All that is dear shall be gone
Just a memory
Snow had fallen, snow on snow
In the bleak midwinter, a long ago
I grind my bones to turn each stone
You raise yourself to grace just to be alone
Guide my tired soul back home, to you
Cause this time, I lay myself surrendered
My eleventh hour
These strings bind no more
My body ceases to fall
Until the very end, I cling myself to blind faith
Just waiting to be saved
MUSIC VIDEO ORCA - 11th Hour