All who still remain
Are leaving their shelter
One by one
The King leads his court
The sun seeks it's own
reflection
On their clothes that shine like Gold
I speak the language of the colourless present
My words do not reach their
ears anymore
A quest in vain
Trying to hold on to my youth
But still I remember those princes and wenches
He tries to
tell me reality took over my soul
The walls behind which I wish to dream
Are coming down
Those princes and
wenches
Visiting the castle
Represented my infant years
They flee into eternal woods
Only the jester turns around
One last
time
Now I recognise my sad companion
Who kept me company
Countless times
The Jester kept me company countless times
In
hours that seemed darker than these
He tries to tell me reality took over my soul
The walls behind which I wish to dream
Are
coming down
He tries to tell me reality took over my soul
The walls behind which I wish to dream
Are coming down down
down!