I've been waiting for an invitation,
couldn't leave my selfmade reservation.
I had locked the door and throw the key away.

There was nothing but my own reflection
and the phone was silent, no connection.
I was turning just in circles with no end.

All that I had, it was gone, it was dead.
But now my night is surrounded by light.
This must be a sign of heaven, a sign of heaven,
the nightmare is over.

As the winter left the frozen places
and the mirror smiled at lonely faces,
then my leaves, they started slowly reaching out.

Now your laughter echoes in the silence
and your waters wash the dirt from my hands,
as we harvest all the [bad word] [bad word] our way.

All that I had, it was gone, it was dead.
But now my night is surrounded by light.
This must be a sign of heaven, a sign of heaven,
the nightmare is over.

There was nothing but my own reflection
I was turning just in circles with no end...