The wind is howling, a secret that he keeps
it almost bound me, and the night's on the run
all colours in the shade
what's that in front of me
it's someone who's out of reach
am I the one standing there
Scenes of illusion
as it tries to deceive me
falling like waves, into the forest
A rustle of branches, it's turning me around
whispering voices, yes, they try to make me see
that I'm on the other side
there's nothing to believe in
I'm someone who's out of reach
am I the man out of time
Scenes of illusion
as it tries to deceive me
falling like waves, into the forest
standing in silence
on a beautiful landscape
but have to move on into the forest
So early in the morning, so ready in the nighttime
as day is dawning, it goes on and on again