Original lyrics

EN

Not to say its getting better Nor to forge a complain But my days grow short upon the weather And there are whispers of your name So you open the door While I sleep on the moors For you I'm living life On borrowed time I carry the weight of an age The well's run dry Belly sucked to spine So I drink from the world in your hands From your hands My soul's a song of seven verses Each repeats without refraining All was tired, and it only worsens But now I've become my own second coming My eyes are a meadow To see my soul weep like the willow For you I'm living life On borrowed time I carry the weight of an age The well's run dry Bell sucked to spine So I drink from the world in your hands Here on me Waiting for you Time is gone for thee So I wait here for you But wait, wait The mockingbird call to me I said wait, wait A fallen star fell to me I said wait, wait Its fruit from a poisonous tree