Left With Lights - Pontiak

Standing with my head just above,

the morning came and left with lights,

so now I am under iron and trying

to sing in any key that’s clear.

From my feet through my head.

I am under a pile of clouds

and the mist is now in my eyes,

I see a chance to clear my mind

and I will rest with iron at my side.

From my feet through my head

you can hear it in my voice.

In the sun and the light of the moon

the sun will slide and the clouds will move

while judgement waits alone with you

and I will rest with iron at my side.

From my feet through my head

you can hear it in my voice