A voice in the fog
Twenty meters ahead
It calls (on) your name
The last hour
Before everything disappeared
A heart leaves part
The end of a dream
You are not always right
You always feel sorry for me
You are not always right
But I'll always ask you
The surface of the memory opens to a truth
Which has changed over time
In the heat of the stuff we do what we can
But mourn the won battle
The end of a dream
You are not always right
You always feel sorry for me
You are not always right
But I'll always ask you
I'll always ask you