How different are the doors and walkways when it´s dark outside The sounds and memories appear to twist and turn the mind The rainy days have gone on far too long to be recalled I crossed a line and now it´s time for another night
Looking for me behind the windowpane the phantom face words seem to be in vain Looking for me Arriving as the dark the shadowy dream-thing who bears a scarred mark
How different are the minds and mind-plays when it´s dark inside I get the strongest boards to block all of my windows tight The walls around me rise as ramparts, make me safe and sound And still I´m far further from home than ever beforeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
