IRC-Galleria

The axe, the bottle and the rope
The feeling there really is no more hope
The thought of the great unknown
And facing it alone

The dark, the silent and the cold
The feeling I have comes to the end of my road
Yes, these are the things I spend my remaining moments with

And the wind blows through my heart
Shivers me one last time
As I now reach out in the dark
No one there
Why did it have to be so hard
For us to live our lives
Again I reach out in the dark in despair

The desperation and the snow
The feeling of finally coming back home
The melancholy and the hole in
the soil so hard and cold

And the wind blows through my heart
Shivers me one last time
As I now reach out in the dark
No one there

Your love for me, my love for you
Things we somehow managed to lose
Now there's only the ruthless wind
To blow right through

It freezes my heart, my desperate heart (3x)
To think we both will die alone

Sentenced-no one there