I am the empty one,
 the one who dies, the ones who lies
 where all have forgotten,
 i am the sound [bad word] across the waves on a stormy day,
 i am the one who falls as white as a blanket of snow outside your window,
 and even though i'm a slave, my love for you remains
 my blood for our freedom was not in vain...

i am the one who falls as leaves in the autumn,
 falls as rain upon your back when you walk through the hills,
 i am the air, i am the water, and this you shall know...

i am but bones but i still love you,
 same as now,same as all before..

my love for you through the air is home,
 i am not going down that hole no more,
 i listen to no one,
 i listen to no one,
 i listen to none,
 my blood for your sweet voice...