Gloomy way that you will go

Being colored like the snow

Feel like baby in your arms

Hardly spreading all your charms

Old man suffers from the pain

He has nothing more to gain

All his thoughts are over-bored

Manic, panic, self-assured



No more concealing

No more delaying

You'll have to go



Come to my life where angels fly

Come to my dreams here there's no cry

Fall to the hole fall like the snow

Come to my dream cut from the stone



When your naked soul appears

Getting inside through your tears

Innocence will run away

From your mind but I will stay

And the city of my life

Will be living through the night

You will pay your debts to me

You will come and you will see



No more concealing

No more delaying

You'll have to go



Come to my life where angels fly

Come to my dreams here there's no cry

Fall to the hole fall like the snow

Come to my dream cut from the stone