Help me find the reason
For my pale compassion
Wind blows hard on my face
No matter how hard I try
Cold heartless and dry
Two worlds collide
Big storm's a coming
Hold me under your left wing
Silence drives the volume
And there's trouble in the truth
Trouble in the truth
Two worlds collide
Give me strength or let me go
Oh oh, I'm ready to go
I'm wondering and wondering
I'm lying here just pondering
How far will I be fit to walk
How far am I prepared to see
Take the high road to the old world
Rosetta sings after midnight
There's plenty wrong here and plenty right
But I can't live in the newest world, oh no
Hunted high and hunted low
White wolves barking at my door
Run and run, I can't run no more
Got no peace in the newest world, oh no
Help me find the reason
For this cold compassion