This day is done, this night is cast.
This setting sun, couldn't be my last.
Not even emptiness remains.
But what am I?
What am I, without these chains?
My dear I fell, while you were gone.
My dear I fell, while you were gone.
My father's blood runs through my vains.
But what am I?
What am I, whithout these chains?
I can see my breath, and it's full of sin.
I can read your name, on my left hand.
Everytime I think you, it rains.
But what am I?
What am I, whithout these chains?
High water hell, or kingdom come.
High water hell, or kingdom come.
In the air, the sound of moving trains.
But what am I?
What am I, whithout these chains?
What am I, whithout these chains?