Room With A View - Single Handed (the Days Of The Trumpet Call) lyrics

Soul covered in dust Spoiled walls transpire The voice of the mould Of life chained I sleep on the coils Dusted places soaked Fragments of lived life (and) Of a Lost smile Floating away The twisted coils around me Is it too far for me for my unsold soul? How can you say that it doesn't matter when everything around has starded to shatter? Waiting over accomplishments I need and I want to try all the pleasure and the pain coming back again