sooner or later a bright day comes

and it digs into the cellar of the darkest hearts

that it is more rare than it is true

at certain hours it all breaks down

you have less substance and less solid ground

you no longer suspiscious and you follow around

at certain hours it all breaks down

if you find me again open before you

and if you find me again with my head at the foot of the wall

I am sticking to what I personally saw

there were twelve of them(x2)

and they were circling around the image of me

and I was clad only in my faults

and I was in that hour all alone with twelve of them

and I was colorless the night was colorless but it had something

I wish I could find it again

the was made out of

so I left the city in the most subtle way(x2)