You say, "we're through,"
But what comes of this?
We've seen quite a bit, my friend
Scars when they heal
Leave coarse lilac marks
to blame us for what's been done.
I'm forsaken; I don't know what to do,
I bottle my pride quickly
If it's life they take before it's thrown away,
They're just one day too late
I'm forsaken; I don't know what to do,
I burrow in the sand calmly
slipping my way into frontiers
of desperate land
Without a doubt,
I'll figure out,
What I've seized from this place
I leave you tranquil,
under the ice,
to find the warmth in you
I'm forsaken; I don't know what to say,
Listen to me closely
