Can’t you hear in my dreams
That I don’t belong herein?
As your soul is from within,
From Nowhere I’ve never been,
Demons bear your defiance.
And I never run away:
Day becomes a wasted day
If you hear only silence…
Can’t you wipe your tears up?
Can’t you whiten painted black?
There’s a road that leads you back,
Even though it breaks your doubt…