Lord of the Lost and Lonely (feat. Francis Buchholz, Wayne Findlay, Herman Rarebell & Doogie White)

Licking my lips and the lights are shining, ice cold wind chills me to the bone, feel the heat from the fire in her eyes.
Gotta get home before the night comes crawling, dont wanna hear all the spirits call my name.
Can you feel the bitter change?
I hear his song upon the wind