Where the last of the living footsteps fell, so will the rest When the last breath of defiance has found its resting place The storm will come to bother the blind windows of the eye With a tension of death, the black engines growl Run to me Sleeping sky The morning will fail Kill the light The withe hoarse is here What have they... Im coping with the hand that youve dealt me I know theres a crack in the sleeping sky Im coping with the hand that you gave me I know, time is now What did they know? My shape brings no comfort into the hearts of man What did they know? And with an intension of death the black engine roared Run through me Run me through Speeding light What have they? Speak to me The code is red The witch of the air Im coping with the hand that youve dealt me I know theres a crack in the sleeping sky Im coping with the hand that you gave me I know theres a crack in the sleeping sky I dealing, with the hand that youve dealt me Oh, coping with the hand that you gave me Time is now, time is now