| 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
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| Even though I stretched too far
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| No sky to warm me up 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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| Twenty seven years of falling
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| Twenty seven winters slave
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| Twenty seven years of dreaming
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| And this is all the strength life gave
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| Twenty seven summers weaker
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| And the autumn’s just the same
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| Twenty seven 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 growing 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 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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| Twenty seven years of falling
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| Twenty seven winters slave
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| Twenty seven years of dreaming
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| And this is all the strength life gave
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| Twenty seven summers weaker
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| And the autumn’s just the same
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| Twenty seven years |