Empty streets, senseless dreams,
The city is spinning round above my head.
I close my eyes, and keep them tight,
I've got no seasons,
Time for me is dead.
Our wings are gone,
Our time is lost, there's no return,
We carry on, we look for flames
When they don't burn.
We carry on,
Our time is lost, there's no return,
Our wings are gone,
We look for flames, when they don't burn.
Silent days, useless space,
The sky is spinning round above my head.
So cold and gray my thoughts remain.
I need no reasons…
