Memories, what used to be The silent past is haunting me What did I see? What did I feel? Was it real or just a dream? I believe, I was free, not the shell that’s left of me I could tell, I could feel. Who I was, where I had been
Misery, my company, for the life I did not live Agony? Ecstasy? At least more than self-deceit I’m too afraid to burn again
These are the days of our lives The time to be alive Get wings and learn to fly Soar up in the sky These are the days of our lives The time to be alive Get wings and learn to fly
