My chest is open
My heart's on the ground
My bare feet soaked in my blood
as I leave you without a sound
No one to reach for
even though I stretched too far
No one sky to warm me up
as darkness clouds the blue
I'm leaving
I couldn't live with the
shame
No more denying
I've stopped the search for blame
Heading for virgin soil
Set foot on sacred ground
and with no one
to reach for
No no one
Twentyseven years of falling
Twentyseven winters slave
Twentyseven years of dreaming
and this is
all the strength life gave
Twentyseven summers weaker
and the autumn's just the same
Twentyseven years...
And if you'd ask
then I'd deny that
I didn't have the strength to fight that drowning weakness
And I buried all signs to cover what I feel
underneath
the hollow remains of me
My chest is open
My heart's on the ground
My bare feet soaked in my blood
as I
leave you without a sound
And there will be no tomorrow
Won't see the light of day
No more pain and no sorrow
I'm free from
the words that you could say
Twentyseven years of falling
Twentyseven winters slave
Twentyseven years of dreaming
and this
is all the strength life gave
Twentyseven summers weaker
and the autumn's just the same
Twentyseven years...