| The wind blows through a broken window | |
| Bringing the leaves of autumn inside | |
| As I'm sitting here trying to catch a thought | |
| And try somehow not to cry | |
| It should be easy to start | |
| But day after day it's getting harder | |
| The walls are cracking and it's cold in here | |
| Water comes through the ceiling | |
| But I don't mind | |
| Past are the days when the rays of sun still | |
| Shone to this place forlorn | |
| And this share memory is really painfull enough | |
| To wish they'd never have been | |
| And I'm riding high to freezing atmosphere | |
| Above the lonely clouds | |
| And I will never return | |
| Never coming back for | |
| I'm no more | |
| Like brothers we walked the miles through | |
| Unholy land of alienation | |
| Until the dew settled down in the forest | |
| We saw the faces of the dead | |
| I'd never seen what's wrong with me inside | |
| Until I saw the light and knew it was not for me |