作词 : Stolt
Don't tell me I'm dying... got no time for grief
Don't open that door – now let me go back to sleep.
I'm just in a phase of fading, I´m left here trading my soul
I'm spinning that big black hole
On borrowed wings; nor flesh, nor skin
We drift like feathers in wind
Not the end, but I sense it is near
I'm in limbo between earth and sky
I can see all your houses from here
But don't you tell me that this is dying
The walls... the carpets... the curtains... they cloud the room
I'm left here with no ticket, but I bet we're leaving soon
I'm just in a phase of fading, I´m left here trading my soul
I'm spinning that big black hole
On borrowed wings; nor flesh, nor skin
We drift like feathers in wind
Not the end, but I sense it is near
I'm in limbo between earth and sky
I can see all your houses from here
But don't you tell me that this is dying