I don't know where to hide
And when to fly to another land...

Amid the fire of my fear,
Amid the flavor of a wounded child...

Role the days of my entire life,
And I find no hole of joy and gay...

Pale was the morning of sweet lonesome smiles
yet it was a gaze of a touch no one ever denies...

Tic tic tic goes the rounded thing
And you go with it my Mr. King...

May the first was a day i failed
the day the gay had no other way...

Days have organized their ways
With wretchedness and with pain...

I sit watching the moon
I sit my eyes not bleeding...

House left without a hand to wipe a tear,
And the tear falls with a whisper couldn't hear...

Climb on the top to be
Climb on the rocks and see...

So far, so far away
A deal is not to be made...

When there are no more terms to say,
When the blaze has no light to shine your way...