grey clouds are nailed to the sky
winter's weird-coloured delight
despair springs from its misty hands
little mind in distant lands
shades of the world fused into one
pure confusion, damage done
always wondered how it feels
now the feeling becomes too real
(you've) filled this room with memories
of (your) long forgotten former life
then the door has locked itself
and you've stayed here as prisoner of your mind
kneeling down in your prison cell
trembling as a child with fear
sworn to hide - you've had the taste
of what it's like to be someone's faded memory
winter's weird-coloured delight
despair springs from its misty hands
little mind in distant lands
shades of the world fused into one
pure confusion, damage done
always wondered how it feels
now the feeling becomes too real
(you've) filled this room with memories
of (your) long forgotten former life
then the door has locked itself
and you've stayed here as prisoner of your mind
kneeling down in your prison cell
trembling as a child with fear
sworn to hide - you've had the taste
of what it's like to be someone's faded memory