Totally dried out, even tears are no more
They were singing a song, they were sand-coloured, they were left behind
Where did they go? Where's the sorrow that bloomed over me?
He's singing for more than ten decades, is this right? He knows or he knows not
Nobody knows for sure. But it suddenly turned out true. It is now officially true. They plan
It, and he's besieged by countless nights, and it s**s him dry. Yeah it's as if the world
Has s**ed him dry. The wind feels heavy. They say now he looks like the night. His face
Well, the worlds have become stars, being blamed for all of this, is this right?
NO
Totally dried out, nothing comes out of me. Nothing it can do for me, I've got to bury the
Darkness. Even when I'm doing it. I get thirstier and thirstier. But there is no darkness left to
Be painted over. Well, you know what I mean
Morning light. How I wish for it
You know what I mean
Where does the sound come from, they wonder and look out
They strain their ears to catch it
DRIED OUT. What can be seen?
DRIED OUT. What are you watching?
HE'S OUT THERE, and shows a smile
When the morning comes, they will...