Singer: Poets Of The Fall

The dance of flames and shadows in the street makes poetry nobody's ever heard.
The dance of lights and shadows on the street doing poetry, which no one has ever heard

Cos what I feel is the only truth I know
And I get by on this naivete of youth.
Because my feelings is the only truth I know
And I can do it thanks to the naivety of youth.

Maybe tomorrow is a better day...
Maybe tomorrow will be a better day...

So when I'm crying alone
Yeah, when I'm cold as a dying stone
Grow me a garden of roses
Paint me the colors of sky and rain
Teach me to speak with their voices
Show me the way and I'll try again
So when I'm crying alone,
Yes, when I'm cold as a dying stone...
Grow me a garden of roses,
Paint me the colors of sky and rain,
Teach me to speak their voices
Show me the way and I will try again.

And there is no why, there is no how,
it's like the sky, just one free flow
And there is no "why", no "how to",
It's like in heaven - just free flight.

Move on and don't look behind.
Go ahead and don't look back.

The bigger the lies
The more they want to believe them
And like a vice
Hold on to what they believe in
The stronger the lie,
The more they want to believe in it.
Even if it is considered a Vice -
Hold on to what they believe...

When I thought that I fought this war alone,
You were there by my side on the frontline.
When I thought that I fought without a cause,
You gave me a reason to try...
When I thought that I fought this war alone,
You were with me, in the forefront.
When I thought that I fought aimlessly,
You gave me a reason to try...