The Tone

These limbs would not suffice
If we were running
From the settlements for our lives
It does not seem right
Waving your farewell to the skies
A few hundred gods
Beneath the one in disguise
While there is still light
If you ever shed that mask
Then I could see
Behind those eyes of yours
And come to realize
Whatever sets the tone
These limbs do not suffice
Patroling up and down the borderline
All our life
Never rest
Never sit tight
But if you ever shed that mask
Then I could see
Behind those eyes of yours
Come to realize
Should you ever shed that mask
Then I could see
Behind those eyes of yours
Come to realize
Whatever sets the tone
Whoever set the tone…