Not long ago,
I thought maybe I could do something special in life
even if in a very small way.

But I forgot I'm not good at anything.

one dilemma after another
and no end in sight

everything that is happening
is just too much

If only I were as brave
If only I were as brave

If only I were as blissful
If only I were as blissful

If only I were as blind
If only I were as blind

As the shadow that flies below me
As the bird that flies above me

I'll forgive him a hundred times over (but no more then that)
just because he was so lost and confused...

but you.........

knew.....

Paint the words of your symphonies and sorrows
And hide them beneath your dreaded tomorrows
For tomorrow never comes.

There's strength in simplicity
Pain in duplicity
Terror in this city
That burns to the ground

There's power in numbers
Of trees burning, lumber
A lion in his slumber still knows how to growl.