Everything, under the sun
Turn the silver silence, into something gold
Maybe, nothing at all
Thorn between to roses hard to save the fall
I'm calling out
I'm calling out
I'm calling out
I'm calling out
Take me there, without a care
I guess it's all just heresy wound up to be true
Right away, see the hate
Old age see no evil, only if it's free
I'm calling out
I'm calling out
I'm calling out
I'm calling out