Before i die i´ll write this letter
Here are the secrets you must know
Until the cloak of evening shadow
Changes to mantle of the dawn
Will it be sunny then i wonder?
Rolling and turning
How can i sleep?
Hold on till morning
What if i fall?
Over the hills and down the valleys
Soaring aloft and far below
Lying on stony ground the fragments [bad word] is the seed we tried to sow
Marking the time spent on our journey
There isn´t much we have to show
Counting the cost in money only
Strikes me as funny don´t you know?
Tongue tied the thread of conversation
Weighing the words one tries to use [bad word] This is the gift you must not lose
Hauling me always are the voices
Tell us are you ready now?
Sometimes i wonder if they´re real
We're ready to receive you now
Or is it my own imagination?
Have you any more to say?
Guilt is a wound that´s hard to heal
It´s a cross you have to bear
Could it be evil thoughts [bad word] me
Tell us what you´re thinking now
Some things are better left unsaid
Magical moment
The spell it is breaking
There is no light here
Is there no key?