I was eleven days old
They found me dead in the forest
Down by a source on the 1st of December
My name is Gideon Grace and by a mysterious wonder
I came back to life under skies burned like amber
Life is calling my name
Pouring impure daylight in my eyes
And I run into the sunlight on a dark eternal lane
To the rough St. Malo seaside from a cold December night
I was eleven years old
Deep in my heart it was winter
Many strokes shattered my skin
And my soul was aching
I'm the king of broken world
And I had to shield my angel Ivy
Every day hurts us but still we're not breaking
They burn down children's heaven
And see the fiery ashes of our skies floating down
So we run into the sunlight on a dark eternal lane
From the rough St. Malo seaside on a cold December night
We were staring in a new life
While still running from the pain
To seek and hide away forever on the day before she died
And so I'm leaving the place called suicide playground
Where children die on the monsters lullaby
Who stole the light from the orphan asylum
The sangrail-thieves of the night
They never bring back the soulshine again
Sweet oblivion come erase my memories
That keep the wolves outside
And all these silent cries in my mind
Under the moon that pales all the colours of my soul
Only our dreams held us alive
But most of the dreams went out with the light
How many hearts broke in the night
And how many tears before we die
And so we run and so we run
And so we're running for our lives
And we run into the sunlight on a dark eternal lane
From the rough St. Malo seaside on a cold December night
