The last birds leaving all of these dying lands The golden splendour is not here to stay The crystal air cuts in our frozen hands You are nine thousand miles away
So light my way in this dark passage Give me hope so I can sleep
In this bed the warmth won't come This winter seems to be the end of my days
Please save me from this darkness and spent my body Rest Exhausted by this long way I've to walk in fear May heaven collapse above my weary head I'm here. I'm waiting. kissing your Photograph
Time is slowing down. When you're waiting for an end to come In this bed the warmth won't come This winter seems to be the end of my days