Broadcast - Distant Call

Don't let the shadows fall
And govern you no more
Your thoughts from now begin at this stall
I know the stairs descend
Voices will not be warm
I am your distant call

Some words cannot be bound
No anchor can be found
This land which used
Will be too confused
And when they shake your hand
The ground will break away
I'm not made of clay

I know the stairs descend
And the hours dies away
You found reflection there
You will not lose your way

Oh let the shadows fade
I know those second thoughts
My time is held on ???

I know the stairs descend
And the hours dies away
You found reflection there
And you will not lose your way