The grave of our youth is up ahead
And life has become a burden
We move in circles of suppressed despair
Waiting for the sun
And turning stones to find evidence
But it hides in the recesses of our hearts
A written decree of our loss
And we carried no faith in the cross
And the cold years are coming
For the victims of a longing
Out through the doors of starvation
And into the rains of damnation
Where the bitter winds are singing
For the victims of a longing
We carried along through squalor
With an inborn need to dominate and possess
It gives birth to an anger inside
And we can't control this
The blood of departure in our tracks
Dripping from our emptying vessels
Your hand reached out to hold mine
But you're grasping melting ice
Asleep in the rain
A child once again
And the ghost in my head
Has forgiven me
The grave of our youth is up ahead And life has become a burden We move in circles of suppressed despair Waiting for the sun And turning stones to find evidence But it hides in the recesses of our hearts
A written decree of our loss And we carried no faith in the cross And the cold years are coming For the victims of a longing
Out through the doors of starvation And into the rains of damnation Where the bitter winds are singing For the victims of a longing
We carried along through squalor With an inborn need to dominate and possess It gives birth to an anger inside And we can't control this The blood of departure in our tracks Dripping from our emptying vessels Your hand reached out to hold mine But you're grasping melting ice
Asleep in the rain A child once again And the ghost in my head Has forgiven me
Lifted his curse upon me