At the end of each day
The filled city seems so deserted
Bedded in peace and shrouded in silence
I miss what once was
I quickly understood one thing
There is no peace in lonely places
There is no silence in loneliness
Daydreams fade like the pictures
that remind me of what once was
What a place has spoken, wraps himself in silence
This place became an abandoned ocean
where I live to drown
while I sleep to fly
The absence of light became my prophet
Oh my brittled bones â we need to follow