Living at different places
Evading into various spaces [bad word] has broken
I'm losing the way
An ongoing madness has led me astray

My past breathes down my neck
And it seems now that all I can do is
Go back to beginnings when all lay ahead
fading illusion now plagues me instead

In me there's still a place that fulfils me
sanctity here that I call home, [bad word] to
When winter descends
If I try, can I find solid ground

I follow elusive paths
Oh, it seems they've been written in stone
And the door to a new life is closing so fast
Burning the bridges will not bring me back

I know that in me there's still a place that fulfils me
sanctity here that I call home, [bad word] to
When winter descends
If I try, can I find solid ground
Or am I just wasting time?