Voices, Won't guide me through this rain Reflecting noises Aware of this inner lame Heaven seems to shrink in beauty When silence falls upon My heart I long for you Keeper of that force so strong Fragile and warm In perfect fail we'll be Shade me, From afterburning clime Altering altars This madness isn't mine Heaven seems to shrink in beauty When silence falls upon My heart I long for you Keeper of that force so strong Fragile and warm In perfect fail we'll be Please guide me through this rain And be aware of my inner lame