Still follow up their ghosts each night, my memories ain’t swallowed yet
By raindrops scattered cross these shallow streets that we walked by.
And though you feel so lost inside The Devil must not know
That in the centre there’s your heart
But in your heart there’s a hole.

And I fell down hard.
All the magic was gone, all delusion had faded. Evaporated.
The cord you struck you bent like truth,
The string you burst, the dream you lost.
Ruined outstretched and overachieved – disastrous.

Just see this desert like city with its streets I can’t leave
Where just memories grow but people disappear.
Where I wander at nights, wonder who should I be.
Where I breathe but can’t speak out what I feel, what I fear.
Where I walk but can’t be.
For I tried too hard to regather the scattered parcels
Of where life once dwelled, that I once called home.

To every brother long-forsaken, any friend I’ve ever lost.
Every mother to replace, every love forever gone.
To every traitor I forgive now, ever failure unforgotten.
Every sinner I adore, to everyone never belonging.

Don’t ask – I might go crazy if I tried.
Trapped between these cunning forces, no tomorrow, no beyond.
Stuck within days I lost counting without hours I recall
Now you lie on your back, thinking about the times that have passed,
Wondering what has changed – while your hair is falling out
Like Autumn leaves, cause youth’s a coward running off.
There seems no right to me nor wrong when everything’s falling apart.

To every brother long-forsaken, any friend I’ve ever lost.
Every mother to replace, every love forever gone.
To every word I’ve ever wasted, every lie that left my mouth,
Every promise undelivered so that I never might belong.

Still follow up their ghosts each night, my memories ain’t swallowed yet
By raindrops scattered cross these shallow streets that we walked by.
Still sense relief, still taste that first breath of spring
I shared with you so long ago, remember it forever.
And though you feel so lost inside The Devil must not know
That in the centre there’s your heart
But in your heart there’s a hole.

To every minute that I’m ageing, every tear I’ve never cried,
To every love ever unspoken, each mistake I try to hide.
To every touch too late forever, every guilt still unconfessed.
For each redemption never granted, every secret kept inside.

To every loser, every winner, every brick and every wall.
To every cold hearted damnation, to all the empty fame and glory.
Is your heart still beating or does it lack a tune?
Don’t want to feel no more sorrow, not tomorrow, not at all.
Screaming into deaf-mute chambers, strolling nights through empty halls,
Fall down on your knees and pray
Why Do You Hate Me With Your Love?

So here it is: It’s do or die now, shootout.
Watch the last rays of sunshine kiss the quiet dirt.
Let’s face it: We couldn’t call it a divorce – why would we?
Running out like pouring sands while time’s just washing us away,
Back off from common ground and divide like ocean waves.
Until our face resembles strangers we avoid on streets too crowded.
And we decide to just pass by.

Still follow up their ghosts each night, my memories ain’t swallowed yet
By raindrops scattered cross these shallow streets that we walked by.
Still sense relief, still taste that first breath of spring
I shared with you so long ago, remember it forever.
And though you feel so lost inside The Devil must not know
That in the centre there’s your heart
But in your heart there’s a hole.