"and I know the world is cold"
landscapes in my psyche
the dying do not cry
driven apart and blown away
ohne Dich wird es Nacht
a tear, blood from my soul
I think, therefore I cry
for you, hear me
ohne Dich wird es Nacht
if psychic balance is a sheltered palace
see myself lost in the garden outside
waiting for someone to come out
what do you do so far away
you are there in another life