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My chest is open |
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My heart's on the ground |
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My bare feet soaked in my blood |
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as I leave you without a sound |
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No one to reach for even though I stretched too far |
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No one sky to warm me up |
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as darkness clouds the blue |
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I'm leaving |
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I couldn't live with the shame |
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No more denying |
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I've stopped the search for blame |
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Heading for virgin soil |
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Set foot on sacred ground |
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and with no one to reach for |
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No no one |
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Twentyseven years of falling |
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Twentyseven winters slave |
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Twentyseven years of dreaming |
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and this is all the strength life gave |
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Twentyseven summers weaker |
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and the autumn's just the same |
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Twentyseven years... |
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And if you'd ask then I'd deny that |
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I didn't have the strength to fight that drowning weakness |
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And I buried all signs to cover what I feel underneath |
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the hollow remains of me |
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My chest is open |
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My heart's on the ground |
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My bare feet soaked in my blood |
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as I leave you without a sound |
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And there will be no tomorrow |
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Won't see the light of day |
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No more pain and no sorrow |
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I'm free from the words that you could say |
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Twentyseven years of falling |
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Twentyseven winters slave |
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Twentyseven years of dreaming |
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and this is all the strength life gave |
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Twentyseven summers weaker |
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and the autumn's just the same |
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Twentyseven years... |