What really matters

I see your face in the red light,
from the last rays of the sun
What I've seen in you the past days,
in my eyes it still remains

When day arrives whith misty morning,
your fears are closing up again
I'm not afraid of what is coming,
I see my future in your eyes

You find what really matters,
when you're prepared to die
And share the hardest moment,
when you believe the worst

Now when I see you in the last rays,
is it coming up for me
For every question 'bout the coming,
the answer's running in my blood

You find what really matters...

You find what really matters...