Sooner or later a bright day comes And it digs into the cellar of the darkest hearts That it is more rare than it is true At certain hours it all breaks down You have less substance and less solid ground You no longer suspiscious and you follow around At certain hours it all breaks down If you find me again open before you And if you find me again with my head at the foot of the wall
I am sticking to what I personally saw There were twelve of them(x2) And they were circling around the image of me And I was clad only in my faults And I was in that hour all alone with twelve of them And I was colorless the night was colorless but it had something I wish I could find it again The was made out of So I left the city in the most subtle way(x2)