| Did you ever feel the same, drifting away
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| From all the very things you loved, deep in your heart
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| Have you ever felt so cruely vain, yearning for change
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| Leaving all the hopeless feels behind, feels behind
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| Have you ever faced the waste of life, walking your path
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| Through deserts where emotions do no fake, so desperate and weak
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| Where broken leaves of past do pave our ways, into oblivion
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| Where all the lead without escape
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| Feels I fear like dreams of my dying
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| A bourdon lays in my hands
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| Days I wish I’d never been awaken
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| No relieve — no escape, from pain
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| Tired times embrace us, as winter winter’s breeze arise
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| Autumn leaves a braking, yellowed by the light
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| Aslep innocently dreaming, all life slips into dace
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| And as the days grow colder, endless the tortures
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| Feels I fear like dreams of my dying
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| A bourdon lays in my hands
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| Days I wish I’d never been awaken
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| No relieve — no escape, from pain |