I went up to the mountain apocalypse dreams in my head. There was fire upon the horizon but it was just the sunrise turning red. Maybe it's time maybe it's time . .. Each night I walk to the edge of the city out to where the darkness begins. Made a promise out here a long time ago and I've been waiting ever since. Maybe it's time maybe it's time . .. My world has become an empty place. Of great wide landscapes and weird painted skies. Strange patterns and islands of light. And people move as shadows never touching at all. I've never been afraid to die maybe scared to live. I've been across every ocean just chasing after storms. My crew long dead or deserted now and the seas nothing but calm.