The cold wind blows; it blows away

it leaves only a mark
a mark of that horrible day
and in my mind it will
always stay

the cold wind blows; it blows away

the ground is here, and then it's not

from all these shattered illusions I've wrought
everything I thought was true
was not

the ground is here, and then it's not.


I used to see them everywhere

where did they dare
go? well it's not fair
the fragile, broken thoughts we shared

I used to see them everywhere


I used to know how it went

what about those letters I sent?
they are crumpled, ripped and bent.
and all I meant
was that I had changed

I used to know how it went.

My heart was healed, and now it's torn

by the loss of this, the mourn
where has everything that I believed in gone?

and so I guess another chapter is born

but still

my heart was healed, and now it's torn