Sanoja: The Foreign Exchange. Eyes To The Sky.

I was in bed
Eyes to the sky
Tears on my face and I thought about
Everything, everything, everything, everything

Grey skies ahead
God knows I've tried
To look away and forget about
Everything, everything, everything, everything

And the light of the moon seems to darken
And the rays of the sun aren't as bright
I need a sign
That I've not lost my mind again

How did I lose my way?
What have I become?
Am I running to you or just running from everything?