I'm walking down this way
Without an aim, without a cause
I sometimes find an open door
To rooms that show me trivial thoughts
I'm walking down this way
Without an aim, without a cause
I sometimes find an open door
To rooms that show me trivial thoughts
I see wastelands in your heads
Without ideas, without respect
Your road leads downwards into sinful life
Down and down the heavy steps you fall
Tears they fall like springing rain
Down onto the poisoned earth
Thought that love the routine life
A tree's my friend just loving me
Despite its wounds bleeding free
Thought that love the routine life
A tree's my friend just loving me
Despite its wounds bleeding free
Your road leads downwards into sinful life
Down and down the heavy steps you fall
Tears, they fall like springing rain
Down onto the poisoned earth
Your road leads downwards into sinful life
Down and down the heavy steps you fall
Tears, they fall like springing rain
Down onto the poisoned earth