Sometimes there is no way out; --- Sometimes we have to make our way out...

Clouds over Gibraltar's mountains
That lead you to
Anywhere other than here
Makes the heart sing
Words carried away
On winds of change
Life is a whisper
You only hear ...

In orange sky
You tip your head back
Listening
The sea is calling
Names you once knew
Leave a sting
That tastes like salt
Where bitter passion
Clips your wings.

Flying through a forest
A white horse is searching
Down paths it has never seen
It cries for you, my friend
But you cannot understand
Choices
Circling around you
Show the way
Into open space

Nowhere begins
Once you again you see
Blue horizon waiting
For dreamless sleep
You lay down on the cliffs
As the white cliffs dream carries you away
You remember yourself
And the eagle soars.