In front of mine there was an every face
different dream
different place
I'm close to you and you take shape
But every time it's far too late
There's no one left to hear me now
There's no one left 
It's never been time to follow the face
To birn for the soldiers
Left for the caved 
Are in my arms
When [bad word] i wait for the light
I wait for the turn
There's no one left to hear me