The chilled breeze bends around quiet road,
The taste of coming snow in the air...
Root yourself
just like a tree...
yeah i am diffrent but am not a hypocrite
yeah i am cruel but am not evil...
How can he?
Know for sure I'll i can be...
Though we know sight is right
A yearning resides...
There's a spot on the wall
Small and dark, just one...
and in that moment
the old polish man...
What is the point of this
hollow bleak existence...
When will I ever
stop wondering how I never...
Started with cry want to end with a smile...
If an accident occurs
who takes the blame...
Moving through the times with ease,
Taking nothing more than a smile...