Sooner or later a bright day comes
And it digs into the cellar of the darkest hearts
That it is more rare than it is true
At certain hours it all breaks down
You have less substance and less solid ground
You no longer suspiscious and you follow around
At certain hours it all breaks down
If you find me again open before you
And if you find me again with my head at the foot of the wall
I am sticking to what I personally saw
There were twelve of them(x2)
And they were circling around the image of me
And I was clad only in my faults
And I was in that hour all alone with twelve of them
And I was colorless the night was colorless but it had something
I wish I could find it again
The was made out of
So I left the city in the most subtle way(x2)