Из альбома: Shadow Hearts
A glance back, a glance into the now
Tears sweeten the day, but the aftertaste is bitter
Where are the good old times, where is my dependence bullet!
In your presence my memories swallow me
Moment for moment you throw me back
A new way, the same paths, old fears
I'm the tool of my demons,
They hide in the depths of my soul, in darkness
Let me go before I end, lonely.
I cannot be what I am
Fill me with new hope.