Sometimes I wish to be wandering far away
To see you lonely ones wherever you are
Instead of lying deep inside of dark black clay
I'd want to stand by you forever and now
Dead still life... hypnotized
Sometimes I go to sleep longing to dream of you
Just one look in the eyes is more than 1.000 words
What wall is between us and how can we get through?
Any way how to unite our distant worlds?
Sometimes I'm asking myself why
Why couldn't stay here you and I tell me how is to stand at death's door?
Sometimes I'm thinking how it would be on the other side, just you with me
Waiting is too long and you're not here anymore
Sometimes I'm feeling weak when I recall you in mind
My selfish "I" lives different story
Too many questions
Where are you? And does it hurt?
Maybe I'd like to hear "Follow me"
Dead still life... hypnotized
Is this the end, when you're not here anymore?