Open Hand
Midnight Sun
It's the end of the roadBut we've come so far aloneI know all hope is goneI know we must go onStand down, come out, and surrenderOne down, six more to goFiveFourThreeOne by...Two...OneOnce reception's onThat's all for usThere's no one for me to turn toNow we're on our ownSlow downWe have made contactWe have found somethingThat seems so unrealOne by one
From Letras Mania