trying to count the stars that she can't see
a distant sound of black rain in the water
the pale moon shining soft through a cloud
the sun is turning black in the horizon
the wind is slowly tearing her apart
and so our time has come, my friend
the child who cries and no-one seems to care
the echoes of the birds are gone
the sky is painted grey, but it's so warm
searching for a light in the darkness,
trying to keep your eyes from the dirt
taste the bitter wine of tomorrow
i'm walking on a path that never ends
