Foot onto path, my journey begins
Two twisted wooden spires in my mind
They stand intertwined, some strange gravity
Rebirth it must be, to renew is the way
And I will make my way to the arch
And I will make my way to the arch
Two twisted wooden spires in my mind
They stand intertwined, some strange gravity
Rebirth it must be, to renew is the way
And I will make my way to the arch
And I will make my way to the arch