A glassy heart is crying
and for all the dreams denying
never smiles

always on the move

by the years it`s raked with fire

and the heyday of desire`s
far to reach
down and out it lies


the inner fallow land
in a tight spot I demand

the young bliss of eternal dawn

and when all the skies would fall

and a single chance is small
I`ll still toe the line


my heart is like an ocean
when the rain is lashing down
and if all fails and the waves are rising frown


my soul caught in a whirlwind
like the embers in the fire

if not elsewhere, then where is the desire

if not elsewhere, where is the desire