A warm summer's eve,
leaves shaking in the breeze.
My thoughts are racing.

The waves on the sea
are drifting endlessly
just like my days here.

The voices in my head
are crying out the truth.
Why am I lying?

A friend of mine once said:
"They'll come to haunt you too."
She could not find the will...

Please give me
strength to see
through these dark dreams.

At first it took its time;
the seeds growing deep inside
the hearts that wandered.

In the pale moonlight
there's not a cloud in the sky.
I hear the thunder.

Please give me
strenght to see this through,
so our dreams and memories
won't be lost in this breaking.
I'm shaking, my heart is aching.
We reached the stars...