|
If the world is one big plan |
|
Why must we lose our innocence |
|
Why have we lost our paradise? |
|
Paralysed. nothing to give |
|
The chestnut vender in the rain |
|
Haven't seen him since |
|
I moved away |
|
Please tell me what |
|
I'm doing here |
|
These strangers do not speak to me |
|
All the things |
|
I tried to do |
|
I never thought it was too late |
|
So in this silence say a prayer |
|
For the one who went away |
|
Roses, are covering your face |
|
And with my mind |
|
I'm calling out for you |
|
But all that's left are |
|
Roses, covering your face |
|
And with my mind |
|
I'm calling out for you |
|
But you cannot hear me |
|
The rising spirit of the new |
|
I can look through the windows of their minds |
|
Why should we care about the means |
|
Our last goal is to reach the end |
|
All the things |
|
I tried to do |
|
I never thought it was too late |
|
So in this silence say a prayer |
|
For the one who went away |
|
Roses, are covering your face |
|
And with my mind |
|
I'm calling out for |
|
You but all that's left are |
|
Roses, covering your face |
|
And with my mind |
|
I'm calling out for you |
|
But you cannot hear me |
|
You said don't tell me we can take our time |
|
So I hope that we will meet again |
|
Sheltered in your faith you made me understand |
|
But now what's left is hidden under ... |
