| I woke up with your voice |
| I can’t see your face |
| Through the door you entered by |
| When you say you’re not here |
| When you say you won’t hear |
| Laying down on the beach of youth |
| You should know all the hate |
| In the nights we escaped by |
| All the love and revenge |
| Lands below passing by |
| Trashing all the locks and chains |
| You should know what I know |
| It’s a struggle to let you go |
| Outside the rain |
| In the morning glow, filling roads |
| Something flows around melting pain |
| Always here when it starts to rain |
| It’s hard to say |
| The sacrifice |
| The open windows on the spring air |
| But silence here has found it’s way to stay |
| The sound of your voice |
| Your face, flowers and sun |
| I still see your lips moving air |
| But I’m not here and you’re not there |
| It’s hard to say |
| The sacrifice |
| The open windows on the spring air |
| But silence here has found it’s way to stay |
| The sound of your voice |
| Your face, flowers and sun |
| I still see your lips moving |
| I still hear your silence and noise |