

(ahhhh) Grey mist on the water line
Walking through a world of chalk and stone
Lost track of the boundary signs
But I am not
alone
Oh, we drift through the haze
Finding our own path inside the whiteout days (ooh-ooh)
Where the skyline disappears
We are walking through the fog of years
Lantern light is burning low
Every tree is just a silent ghost
I don't need to see the road
To find what matters most
Even if the vision fades away
We will find the gold inside the grey (hummmmm)
Oh, we drift through the haze
Finding our own path inside the whiteout days
(ooh-ooh) Where the skyline disappears We are walking through the fog of
years
Through the whiteout days (ahhhh)