What a face I'll wear when the clouds grow? 
What a line I`ll write for your hope? 
Is there anything I could care for? 
Just to cover you from your wars. 

What a bell will ring in the meantime? 
Will the fires stay awake? 
Is there any place for the sleepers? 
Is it me, who will forsake? 

Let it be your shield 
Cause I am not to weak 
Let it be me 
That carries you home