Promises we make
are illusions of their pace,time and place
and we hardly see the world around can change
an eternity can break
by a moment and the might of one day
suddenly there is pain
in our home we made
suddenly there is pain
in our home we made

My soul is an empty room
I'm glaring at the walls
once there were paintings
frames of memories unfold
sweet moments float by
in a world a different one
echos of a good time
yesterday's not yet gone

Promises we make
are illusions of their pace,time and place
and we hardly see the world around can change
an eternity can break
by a moment and the might of one day
suddenly there is pain
in our home we made
suddenly there is pain
in our home we made

Signs,silent changes
trickle past your door
good or bad omen
playing havoc with your thoughts
see hidden traces,and traps to make you fall
sometimes you can lure fate
grasp your chance

Promises we make
are illusions of their pace,time and place
and we hardly see the world around can change
an eternity can break
by a moment and the might of one day
suddenly there is pain
in our home we made
suddenly there is pain
in our home we made

suddenly there is pain
in our home...