Last night we saw a giant eagle
Painting circles on the sky
The midnight sun was really eager

To make this view an all time high

Here we are beside his bed

The conversation turns to snow
Seems no one can break the silence
From a man we used to know


From a man we used to know
Going places we cannot follow


There is no sign of spark in his eyes
Where spark was meant to be

As substitute for words he can't find
Drops of pain are what he speaks


Not even in his final hour
Will he share what goes on inside
A chain of thoughts arrives this moment

When drops of pain escape his eyes

From a man we used to know

Going places we cannot follow

There is no spark in his eyes

Where spark was meant to be
As substitute for words he can't find
Drops of pain are what he speaks


Tables turn you never know
A chain of thoughts

Through the snow
To make this day an all time low


Drops of pain are what he speaks