| [02:22.85] |
It was all true |
| [02:26.13] |
A parlour strode, |
| [02:27.79] |
And the night sets forever |
| [02:31.73] |
I stray in the quiet cold |
| [02:37.63] |
And you gird me when I dare to listen |
| [02:50.18] |
Elastic meadow, endless arms of sorrow |
| [02:57.19] |
Lips try to form "because" |
| [03:08.39] |
Trying to adapt to the wilderness |
| [03:12.98] |
Where even foes close their eyes and leave |
| [04:41.55] |
We are inside the glade |
| [04:47.48] |
Every now and then I wipe the dust aside |
| [04:52.55] |
To remember |
| [05:31.88] |
How I drape my face with my bare hands |
| [05:42.66] |
The same that brought me here |
| [06:31.40] |
But you were beyond all help |
| [06:38.04] |
The folded message that wept my name |
| [06:44.97] |
- music - |
| [08:30.56] |
Shadows skulk at my coming |
| [08:54.18][08:41.50] |
We survey the slopes |
| [09:01.80] |
In search for words to write the missing page |
| [09:08.68] |
The tainted dogma |
| [09:58.90] |
Time grows short |
| [10:03.21] |
As the piper plays his tune |
| [10:10.35] |
We are almost there |
| [10:53.82] |
You are beyond all help |
| [11:01.84] |
Dancing into the void |
| [11:04.13] |
We are almost there |
| [11:10.97] |
- music - |
