Everyday is a fallen leaf Every month is a dying spring In this days of sadness
Doors made of rye Doors made of leaves and rye Prevail around the land
Living with my past my thoughts and memories Nothing matters to me Now the world is gone and I feel so alone But life still goes on
I'm down and out everywhere I go (Spoken: Nothing lights my way) I recall my fall from grace (Spoken: I started to feel scared about life) Where can I find my promised land?
Doors made of rye Doors made of leaves and rye Prevail around the land
Baby I know what it means to be alone And I have come through Now is the time to look to a different place To start once again
Doors made of rye Doors made of leaves and rye Prevail around the land
Living with my past my thoughts and memories Nothing matters to me Now the world is gone and I feel so alone But life still goes on
