Rings map years, from hush to play
The past, it never disappears
Bereavement can be over written
But the ache still spears old wounds
Eraser rinds dust a rewritten page
The past, it never disappears
It pries you open and reads from you
Before you lost the will to tears
A finger of a life stripped to the marrow
A skeleton with nothing to show
A moment that's not carried downstream
It's something you can't let go
So hold on, with regret and tears
Look to windward
There's the nothing at the other end, but darkness
There's nowhere to return that's home
Strangers forever
Cross that bridge
Look to windward
Go on alone
Strangers forever
Alone with yourself
Look to windward
With regret and tears

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN