You're sitting aloof On a desolate isle And you're thinking of being a stranger Your memories fly And your memories die In a permanent feeling of danger. How far is the land, What’s the use in the end In listening to flowers grow? Is it worth going on, Keeping pace all alone Like a perfectly alien ranger? To lose in a fight, Is it wrong, is it right? You don’t have to pretend you’re a winner You have to confess There’s no single address To accept any whines of a sinner. How long is your way To the dusk of the day No one cares to tell… why? Nights are getting so long, And the wind is so strong, And your ice getting thinner and thinner 05.06.2007
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