In this ruin was a road, in these stones stood
Some man′s bome through this pane of glass
a light was glowing into summer nights long past all
the quiet years I′ve known now lie buried
Somewhere here in the dryness of a peace
that flowed so free (once flowing) in the graveyard
of the free in these eyes a pictures
still lives of everything (the lovely world)
that was, and inside me I know that
somewhere still survives and the dark
is falling like it′s alway fallen
and stars still rise anew but the dawn
that follows only show me ruins
and the view leaves me
so cold~ in these broken bones a life
(now the strangers rule our space)
that makes do with what he can
(you make do with what you can)
in this silence still the echoes of
our lives always rising
in my ears still ringing in my ears still ringing