Again you see the children dancing in the yard under your window playing their games and again you stay at your place, standing at your place You fly beneath the years Those memories overwhelm you day by day The swansong looks for a singer again, looks for a singer again Those moments from birth till eternity, are reflected to your eyelids they may make others believe in god, other's in satan, or anyhting else between but not in this world we live in You once found it that love worth half of a century It was easy for you to be happy, for you to be happy What do you do now with your senses? when the birds have flown out of their nests Only yellow photoes remain, that you watch again, and again You may not need my pity, it may not make the pain go away That pain writes this song, that pain catches anyone that pain embraces I see your mask of pain, you let it breathe for 5 years The swansong makes you weep then, made you cry you would like to be like it was that day, when you were dressed in a white gown It has been left under the feet of time just like you (solo) I would like to try and be left on top of the water when the river floods over it's boundaries, over it's boundaries Those women in th supermarkets with their trolleys and the men in their regular bars probably dream of the fountains of youth, I guess it eases the pain, but whatever Again a moment closer to d**h, the pain never subsides that pain makes this song, catches me catches anyone,that pain catches anyone