This song is
A cruel reminder
Of The broken minds
Out on the dark sea
After the days of
Hunting reasons
All is vanity
Vast and dry
I’m what’s left of the
Long fever
Now it dawns on me
Every piece will find its place
If I still could hear you
I’d be in silence
As a form of redemption
I got a place I’ve saved
In this void
Where I keep the voices
Of the time alone
As I wish the night would stay
In this blue
I remember you
Time is
Such a slaughter house
Flesh and blood
Can only go on
Now I’m up on the hill alone
Counting the sounds of waves
Innocence is running wild
And crying for “the truth”
Then what is left in my hands?
I know I don’t care about It
Like I used to say
As a form of redemption
I got a place I’ve saved
In this void
Where I keep the voices
Of the time alone
As I wish the night would stay
In this blue
I remember you
