All I was then
was a pouring rain
All I am now
is a dirty stain
the light traces 
of your last steps
have blinded my 
poor soaring eyes

All I was then
was a raging fire
All I am now 
is a smoking pyre
the far traces 
of your last steps
have guided my 
straight winding path

If I cried now 
would [bad word] by
and take me back to 
my own [bad word] life
But I need your pain
to see me through 
If I cried now
would you let me go

All I was then
was a vivid light
All I am now
is a hopeless fight 
the deep traces
of your last steps
have imprisoned my 
frantic troubled mind

If I cried now
would [bad word] by
and take me back to 
my own [bad word] life
But I need your pain
to see me through 
If I cried now
would you let me go