This is the house of my silence where the hours watch out for my rare moments of clarity and purity
I'm waiting for your comeback to this miserable place where the ghosts of my past live
I'm waiting for your comeback and for death and misery and a deaf and mute famine
This is the home of my disguise where the hours are passing by
I'm waiting for your comeback for someone to forget this iron cladded burial place
I'm waiting for your comeback and for blame and regret vain illusions and empty shades
This is an house of concrete stone a peaceful place of calm and joy a safe and sound harbour of soul where anybody will always rest in peace
This is the house of fog and rage a narrow place of discontent a dark bleak hole of suffering where nobody can rest in peace
I yet await for some comeback a ghost to put a pillow with worn out cold hands over my tired faceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.