I feel like on a train
That never stops
All colors are fading away
But if I'm here again
There will be one reason
Even if I've never found it
Leave my head in troubling cold
Leave a smile in this shining gold
Turn yourself upside down...
...cross your finger in gloom
I've never thought there was something worse
Than living with your own ghosts
...with your own ghosts
Why have I wondered for so long
Which of those nice places I couldn't reach at all
Maybe I've asked to see what the end shall be
...with your own ghosts
No reason to be afraid. Afraid of time.
Afraid of gold coming back to shine.
