The highways are too wide
And an empty head is feeling dizzy
From the cold north star
One tries to tear some warmth, strenght
And the residences here,
Or so they say
Are filled with shadows
Who only have two names
Sleep and Death
Sometimes rain falls on the lands of misery
Washing away the evil from us
Then I will hold you, I can get
An image of what it could feel like
You in me
Me in you
But only borrowed for a short moment
You in me
Me in you
But only borrowed for a short moment
The morning news are always
Darker than the mornings themselves
And on the yard, the ghosts of
the ancestors are making havoc
And the blind will of the world
Is always stronger than us
Too young wine
To cover as comfort, and
Sleep or Death