One hundred days before
In a drifting fall
During a dark night in a plane
Something hard to say
My eyes becoming cold
I know I lost my dirty soul
According to the law
There is no escape for me
It runs into its normal course
Sending all its words
A painted smile on my face
Because the sushine needs a star
A kind of inward war
A march through agony
Those lips I know where to find
A heaven tree of stars
In Zions fallen cause
Oh pray for me in another world
A touch of death without cure
And truth that can’t be found
A dying love that is left behind
Can feel that kind of meaning
A man who’s mind is wandering
To the secret of my way
Of my way, ha
Of my way, ha
Seekers of the pure
