under your window playing their games
and again you stay at your place, standing at your place
You fly beneath the years
Those memories overwhelm you day by day
The swansong looks for a singer again, looks for a singer again
Those moments from birth till eternity, are reflected to my eyelids
you may make others believe in god, other's in satan, or anyhting else between
but not in this world we live in
You once found it
that love worth half of a century
It was easy for you to be happy, for you to be happy
What do you do now with your senses?
when the birds have flown out of their nests
Only yellow photoes remain, if you live again, and again
You may not need my pity, it may not make the pain go away
That agony writes this song, that agony catches anyone
that agony embraces
I see your mask of pain, you let it breathe for 5 years
The swansong makes you weep then, made you cry
I would like to be like it was that day, when you were dressed in a white gown
It has been left under the feet of time just like you
(solo)
I would like to try and be left on top of the water
when the river floods over it's boundaries, over it's boundaries
Those women in th supermarkets with their trolleys and the men in their regular bars
probably dream of the fountains of youth, I guess it eases the pain, but whatever
Again a moment closer to death, the pain never subsides
that agony makes this song, catches me
catches anyone,that agony catches anyone
