歌詞: Alpha. Silver Light.

Late summer night
Painted purple
Storms from the right
Words that hurtle

Lips curl to fight
Eyes are startled
Blood from the bite
Seems to sparkle

Now is the time
It's too late to fly

Hurting just to hurt
No silver light to brighten
Clouds in our sight

Now is the time
It's too late to fly

I must try
To stop this downpour
And clear the skies