You are sleeping in your bed
But there's a photo in your head
Suddenly starts to moving
And you see yourself going
In the world of the photo
That was the sweet home to you
Before war had destroyed it
And all men had to go
CH:
You feel just cold
The cold of war
You have to hide
away from your mind
You see the light
That's not in the sky
One token is yours
The pic's it of course
Now you are running home
And you are on your own
The feeling's coming nearer
While maddening sprint goes on
Under ruins whom you like
The pain of your soul is deadly
The last picture, that you are
Onlooker of your agony
CH:
You feel just cold
The cold of war
You have to hide
Away from your
You see the light
That's not in the sky
One token is yours
The pic's it of course
You're fallin inside
of your deadly light
You wanna awake
But the coma wins the game |
