Sweep off the streamers and lay down the covers 



The story's over



Love conquers all happy endings



The wicked is tamed, he's got the chance for an afterthought



For changing and weeping, repenting and creeping



Tales always finish too early to tell that he's had enough



 



Going for lonely ways, waiting for better days



Waiting for spring, for the doorbell to ring



So far apartand still here



Turning the page on these lonely last days of the year



 



Spirits of air ghostly friends



Please take my hand, I'm so far from my land



Cure all my wounds, lick my tears, chilling my face,



I'm so far from my place



Never again smiling backwards to past lives, never again



shedding tears



Never again on the waves of the turning tide



Never again on these last days of the year



 



Going for lonely ways, waiting for better days



Waiting the dike, you don't know what it is like



So far apart and still there, now in the last days of the year



 



Going for lonely ways, waiting for better days



Waiting the dike, you don't know what it is like



So far apart and still here, so far away but still near



Walk alone, breed of Cain, thinking all night and days



One far away, knowledge goes with the pain



To make a light you must burn



But times are about to turn



 



Within my prison I'll stand



Within the hope of my exile's end



When every sin will be forgiven



And dreams closer and clearer will gleam



 



Out of this deadly deep frost



Without the memory of what is lost



Without the tears with eyes unswelled



I will build stronger and straighter high



walls...That's all