Now I’m standing here 
in the eye of the storm of artificial candlelight
Time's standing still 
the rain [bad word] my room  [bad word] thunderous past myself
flash of lightening in front of me, and… 
don’t know what it is 
but its not here
Far away a pulsating echo 
it's not here 
a shadow passes by 
eating the light
Dreaming like me of a morning which will [bad word] 
cause I’m staying here
Sunken in my dream the only [bad word]  
on the edge of the tides
Searching for the meaning of life, but… 
I don’t know what it is 'cause its not here