| Freezing crazy inside the corners of my mind
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| Getting closer to life time I left behind
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| Scenes and memories from the past have come along
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| So the nightmare starts to grow.
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| Broken pieces of a life I’ve tried to live
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| Things and meanings now it’s late for me to give
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| I have nothing to expect, but a thousand to regret
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| From this alcoholic cell
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| Helpless standing in the crossroads of this world
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| Among the things I’ve lived and done
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| If I could turn back time
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| I would try to leave the world behind
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| If I could turn back time
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| I would hold you by my side
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| Cause now that death is closer
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| Calling out my name
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| I can finally understand
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| Only little things are made to last forever.
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| Streets are friends, the city’s getting hard with me
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| Now the burning sense for living trying to be
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| Winter days are coming in the heart and mind
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| Only sorrow there is to find.
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| Wasted mornings, windy nights are all the same
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| Cannot feel the bell that’s chiming in my brain
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| I have nothing to forget, nothing secret to respect
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| From this alcoholic cell. |