by Walter Egan and Christie McVie
Who can say what moves my hand, who can see the things I`ve planned?
All is not as it should be, dealing with reality,
And it comes when nighttime falls,
Like a voice the darkness calls.
Sometimes I feel I lose my place, when pressure blinds me like a storm,
And I`m resigning from this race, I need the night to keep me warm,
In darkness, forever deep, forever deep in Silvery Sleep.
Once upon a time a king, full of promise, full of spring,
Fool at heart, and fooled by pride, foolishly he let love die,
So the king and kingdom falls,
Like a voice the darkness calls.
Can you say what moves my hand, can you see the things I`ve planned?
All is not the way it seems, time has taken all my dreams,
Like a friend the curtain falls, like a voice the darkness calls.