Machine Men Ghost Of The Seasons
The seasons change but I stand still
- I'm like a figure in the dark
Wind from the south is a memory
- I watch the dead leaves how they fall from these pale
trees
To their tomb and give up with me
Whole nature turns to lifeless grey waiting for spring
days...
All the dreams I loved have sailed away
'And I cry a small part of the rain
Who is pulling my strings?
The seasons change and I stand still
- it feels like I don't exist
Thoughts are made of sorrow - again
I'm like a ghost in the mist on the path to the end
- one wing frozen - one left to be found
But when will the sun melt this ice coating the ground?
All the dreams I loved have sailed away
'And I cry a small part of the rain
Who is pulling my strings? 'cos I know it's not me
All the dreams I loved have sailed away
'And I cry a small part of the rain
Who is pulling my strings? 'cos I know it's not me
