Tell me why - The Beauty of Gemina

And we’re running out of real time

And we’re coming in a white boat

Steering course to the Dreamland

A drunken isle on the sea

Tell my why

Tell me why

When our eyes are wounded

When our hearts are unsure

When the moon is hiding

And a rook is dying

Tell me why

Tell me why

When the guns are shouting

When the cries come to choir

When a dove is flying

When the tide is here

Tell me why

Tell me why

When the end is coming

When the clouds are running

When the sea is biting

When the storm is rising

Tell me why

Tell me why

When the stars are fading

When black is burning

When a leaf is falling

When the tide is here

Tell me why

Tell me why

I hear you all

I see your fall

I see you all

I hear your call

To echo down the ages

To echo down the ages

And we’re running out of real time

And we’re coming in a white boat

Steering course to the Dreamland

A drunken isle on the sea

Tell my why

Tell me why