I hold your hand
Gray and cold, you lie before me
An eternity has passed
All arguments have passed as well
I had so many questions
I wanted to say so much to you
A bad conscience is everything that I still have
and you can never forgive me anymore
Last watch
Your guest performance is gone with these words
The many flowers are old by morning
I walk throught the door
Just the decaying air soars around me
I had so many questions
I wanted to say so many things to you