In the graveyard of modern days 
the sensual touch is 
all that remains 
you blew the fragile grace 
on my skin and, in my face 

Leaving pieces behind, anywhere I go 
Every time I go 
I'm leaving behind my soul 
Leaving pieces of mine, everywhere I go 
Braking in to pieces every time I grow 

Constant dozing 
The rose of the mind flow 
Emptiness is always on the go 
Gliding in the mirrors 
Gathering the symptoms 
of all we have 
And all we don't know 

Leaving pieces behind, anywhere I go 
Every time I go 
I'm leaving behind my soul 
Leaving pieces of mine, everywhere I go 
Braking in to pieces every time I grow