To whom do I talk when I talk to God?

To whom do I really pray?

Where's the song

When the words have come

Do I pray to a lonely light?



I poured my soul in a heart of glass

Then the Autumn sun turned red

The only thing they did not take

Was your cry inside my head



I prayed for the light from a dying star

That dies in it's flames every day

I pray for the light that comes from the night

That comes from that star far away



I poured my soul in a heart of glass

Then the Autumn sun turned red

The only thing they did not take

Was your cry inside my head



I'll cry alone, I'll cry in vain

I'll cry out your father's name

At the water's edge, I'll hold you child

Hold you, hold you, hold you in my arms again

I'll cry out your father's name

I'll hold you in my arms again



I poured my soul in a heart of glass

Then the Autumn sun turned red

The only thing that they did not take

Was that cry inside my head

The only thing they did not take

Was that cry inside my head



Your cry inside my head

Your cry inside my head