Again you see the children dancing in the yard

under your window playing their games

and again you stay at your place, standing at your place



You fly beneath the years

Those memories overwhelm you day by day

The swansong looks for a singer again, looks for a singer again



Those moments from birth till eternity, are reflected to your eyelids

they  may make others believe in god, other's in satan, or anyhting else between

but not in this world we live in



You once found it

that love worth half of a century

It was easy for you to be happy, for you to be happy



What do you do now with your senses?

when the birds have flown out of their nests

Only yellow photoes remain, that you watch again, and again



You may not need my pity, it may not make the pain go away

That pain writes this song, that pain catches anyone

that pain embraces



I see your mask of pain, you let it breathe for 5 years

The swansong makes you weep then, made you cry



you would like to be like it was that day, when you were dressed in a white gown

It has been left under the feet of time just like you



(solo)



I would like to try and be left on top of the water

when the river floods over it's boundaries, over it's boundaries

Those women in th supermarkets with their trolleys and the men in their regular bars

probably dream of the fountains of youth, I guess it eases the pain, but whatever



Again a moment closer to death, the pain never subsides

that pain makes this song, catches me

catches anyone,that pain catches anyone