Broadcast - Distant Call

Don't let the shadows fall And govern you no more Your thoughts from now begin at this stall I know the stairs descend Voices will not be warm I am your distant call Some words cannot be bound No anchor can be found This land which used Will be too confused And when they shake your hand The ground will break away I'm not made of clay I know the stairs descend And the hours dies away You found reflection there You will not lose your way Oh let the shadows fade I know those second thoughts My time is held on ??? I know the stairs descend And the hours dies away You found reflection there And you will not lose your way