Eventide, the time of plenty
No crushing blows, no bended knees
We froze our tongues with our emotions
Woke up when the world was asleep

And even though
Truth be told
I'm getting scared
Of getting older

You are my back against the wall
You are my hands when I'm falling
Outside my mind
My heart
Eventide

I passed away deep in my slumber
Far from fury and far grief
But even in the heavens clouds I couldn't stand to be without

Firestorms Boiling over
Bodies coiled
Under covers

You are my back against the wall
You are my hands when I'm falling
Outside my mind
My heart
Eventide

Outside my mind
My heart
Eventide"