Sparks flying through the room
My head's on fire
And there is nothing i can do
I'm in the whirlwind
Far beyond reach
I wish that you would be here too

Fading fire
The wakened eye
Soon turning blue again

For all gone before
All left undone
Put down your walking-stick [bad word] 
I'm on a blind-ride
All screens are blank
Looking [bad word] back

And all is one
To each his own
All is one

But i am alone
As [bad word] 
Through the fire