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I'm walking through fields of the fallen alone in silence |
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I'm praising their courage I envy their loss |
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My steps leaves marks of another forsaken soul |
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My choices might haunt me forever |
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Until I'm gone |
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With so much lost in anger |
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Too much built-up fear and all these thoughts colliding |
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Making my wounds seem fatal |
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Pushing my head under water |
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Making me tired and torn |
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If only things were different, only things were different |
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My soul and my inside's been coloured |
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and there is no silence |
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Not distant from courage I'm wearing the loss |
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My eyes sees the dawn of another horizon |
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My battle it rages forever |
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With so much lost in anger |
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Too much built-up fear and all these thoughts colliding |
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Making my wounds seem fatal |
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Pushing my head under water |
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Making me tired and torn |
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If only things were different |
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If only things were brought to me in a different shade |
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Shown to me so that I could relate |
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Lock all doors that would make me stray |
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and offer me a brand new day |
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Never claimed to be someone I'm not |
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and always feared to be forgotten |
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So led astray that I lost all worth |
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So torn by wounds in a world of hurt |
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With so much lost in anger |
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Too much built-up fear and all these thoughts colliding |
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Making my wounds seem fatal |
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Pushing my head under water |
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Making me tired and torn |
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If only things were different if only things were |
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If only things were different if only things were ... |