Feel the chill that's in the air My eyes are dry And the night could hardly care Wind whistle why
And as the storm moves toward the east I call your name It's the nature of the beast To be drawn to the flame
You take your life for granted But that won't get you far You'll never take out More than you put in Or you think yourself enchanted That you'll never lose Do you notice if you win
If you ever find your peace I'll still be here For it's the nature of the beast And my eyes are clear
You take your life for granted But that won't get you far You'll never take out More than you put in If you think yourself enchanted You'll never lose Do you notice if you win
And as the storm moves toward the east I call your name It's the nature of the beast To be drawn to the flame
If you ever find your peace I'll still be here For it's the nature of the beast And my eyes are clear
