Apocalypse Dream

I went up to the mountain, apocalypse dreams in my head



There was fire upon the horizon but it was just the sunrise turning red



Maybe it's time, maybe it's time . . .



Each night I walk to the edge of the city out to where the darkness begins



Made a promise out here a long time ago and I've been waiting ever since



Maybe it's time, maybe it's time . . .



My world has become an empty place



Of great, wide landscapes and weird painted skies



Strange patterns and islands of light



And people move as shadows never touching at all



I've never been afraid to die, maybe scared to live



I've been across every ocean just chasing after storms



My crew long dead or deserted now and the seas nothing but calm



Maybe it's time, maybe it's time - to turn the ship around