Some helpless men do not know the bold seasons
For they do not change in their rescinded hearts
I do know, but I know things for there are real reasons
What or why, nothing leans from the balustrade

I do know what love is, it's half intertwined
Hidden outside, behind endless starlight
Too lonely to let our eyes meet strangers
Sensation, sensation without a prayer

Burning in a portion of empty place
Different from the rest, I find some heart
To join the rest of the dying people
My place is a deafening tomb under the stars

The dreary pathways of a bridge do think
I read them and they caress my lonely soul
I will never have a mind of my own
Because my life is based on words in stone