[In memory of Wojciech Seweryn]
Night, fear takes its form
Filling my mind
And all that was certain is gone
I
touch the wood and smile to my thoughts
This path won't lead me home
[Chorus:] Pictures of past closed in the hand
Unfinished
chapter of life
Reminiscence of a place I belong
Won't never sink into oblivion
He had the right, you had the law
I
unclench my fists and talk to the stone
Thrown to the wolves, commited no crime
The only real thing that I know is
TIME -
deadly consequence
without a word of protest
shadow of doubt
stream with no source
I close my eyes I can feel no
pain
Fragile as old painting without frame
I need no guide to where I roam
The last part of this trip I'll walk
alone
[Chorus:] Pictures of past closed in the hand
Unfinished chapter of life
Reminiscence of a place I belong
Pack your
bags, sign here it's pure formality
