Lyric

This song is

A cruel reminder

Of The broken minds

Out on the dark sea

After the days of

Hunting reasons

All is vanity

Vast and dry

I’m what’s left of the

Long fever

Now it dawns on me

Every piece will find its place

If I still could hear you

I’d be in silence

As a form of redemption

I got a place I’ve saved

In this void

Where I keep the voices of the

Time alone

As I wish the night would stay

In this blue

I remember you

Time is

Such a slaughter house

Flesh and blood

Can only go on

Now I’m up on the hill alone

Counting the sounds of waves

Innocence is running wild

And crying for “the truth”

Then what is left in my hands?

I know I don’t care about It

Like I used to say

As a form of redemption

I got a place I’ve saved

In this void

Where I keep the voices of

The time alone

As I wish the night would stay

In this blue

I remember you