I stand at the end of the world
My hands are in my pockets
I see how on the horizon
A grey mist stretches
Time usually does not pass here
And sound does not carry here
At my end of the world
I release myself from you
The coldness of your gaze will not touch me here
Winter will not come
The lightning of your words will not reach me here
There are no storms here
The blackness of your thoughts will not touch me here
Night will not come
The fist of your anger will not reach me here
You will not find me here, no
I sit at the end of the world
It's slightly drizzling beyond the window
I take my hands out of my pockets
You can be angry at me
The coldness of your gaze will not touch me here
Winter will not come
The lightning of your words will not reach me here
There are no storms here
The blackness of your thoughts will not touch me here
Night will not come
The fist of your anger will not reach me here
You will not find me here, no