I’ve got the hounds on my back
And a sick world to ride
My house & symbols of my life
They'll all be ashes by the dawn

As I walking along the railroad track
With my black book as only treasure 
As I walking along the railroad track
The landscape is fading down

The past is a dying light
And these ghosts, they stretch for miles
My hurt disappears while I sing
In this evening of cinder & tears

As I walking along the railroad track
With my black book as only treasure 
As I walking along the railroad track
The landscape is fading down

Just like a phoenix from the flames [bad word] back home [bad word] back home

Arnaud Palmowski