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