Do you often sit and wonder
About the coming years
Do you often sit and listen
To the falling tears

When the emptiness inside you
Fills you up, take a sip
and sup the waves
blowing the fuses in your brains

When the day is through
And there is nothing to do
I sit and wonder
about the coming years

Without leisure I have no fears
heeding the calls of the tide so near
The earth it springs, and life comes at last
But takes away from man from grass

When I die I curse the day
Because that is when Hell will sing
A greedy song and take my soul
and with it all your hopes