"I guess I just can't talk about the simple things

Something drives me further than that

Maybe like a cold desert wind

Maybe like a sinking ship



And I seem so alive in this skin

But i'm really empty inside

It's not something i like to explain

It's just the way it has come to be



What are we now?

hands in the air like a sinking ship

What are we now?

Phantoms of progress

of time and of space



I and my own have beenleft here alone

Or maybe no one was ever beside us

And the ghosts we have always believed in

Are just the remains of a gypsy wind



And some days I dream of a life on the other side

But what could it's meaning conceive?

Heaven and hell are just names of a suffering

Maybe it just starts all over again



There must be something I'm missing

Something I just cannot find"