Grey curtins are drawn away,
the sun shines through.
A broken hand - stretch out,
a hope that flies,
away - far away.

A ragid man spread tears,
he fears none of what you got.
He will steal - your wings,
and find his way,
away - far away.

Like a drifter he crawls in the soar,
he hear the truth and tell the lies.
His mind will set him free
- a cold needle in his beuatiful skin.

Life fade out to welcome
New life in golden fields
A fake of nothing
Will raise his head
And fly away
- far away.

© georgmoller.se