each night I wonder when I lay down to watch the stars
why he won't ever come out
hid in his store to deny books full of scars

written to give colours to his life

now he's what he never wanted to be,

he'll tell you tales of days when he was young

god knows that he's aware of reaching boiling points

digging in the earth that built his past

entering the store you feel the string that holds is thin

he'll tell you tales of days when he grew old

tonight when he got to bed he'll fall asleep

today he won't ever wake up

one day I'll start a revolution, throw a coin

when all the things surrounding me are gone”
his earthy powers will be washed away
and thrown into the winds


he's taking every secret to the sky


don't let me down
don't let me lose myself