Later that day we made our way to the old cathedral door. A flame a figure a shadow. Walked away towards the tower alone. We must be close nearby. Hope cannot find our own way. Through dark it's cold I'm told it's gray. There's a light that never grows dim. But if all can be made right there's still a chance. on New Years' Day. And if Grace were here. I would love to see her face somehow someway. And if all is well that means there's still a chance in hell. You are safe here safe here in these arms of mine. There is shelter shelter from the mire of life. Claiming sanctuary from the fire that drove you in. You are safe here safe here in these arms of mine. Climbing the stairs towards heaven. Making our own way into the room. Empty barren. Not another soul in sight. Then when the moon came crawling. There in the night a great divide. A whisper a motion calling. We're the 99 all right. But if all can be made right. there's still a chance on New Years' Day. And if all is well that means there's still a chance in hell. You are safe here safe here in these arms of mine. There is shelter shelter from the mire of life. Claiming sanctuary from the fire that drove you in. You are safe here safe here in these arms of mine. Now a tradition said. Buying penance did a wrong and right. A great collapse. Great collapse. You are safe here safe here in these arms of mine. There is shelter shelter from the mire of life. Claiming sanctuary from the fire that drove you in. You are safe here safe here in these arms of mine