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