Eleven years, one hundred tears, Those dreaming lies - so clear. Three decades, different eyes, Make a place in your skies. Endless as it's been for centuries. Like the wind, the stormy seas. Why must we want - what we can't have? Take the bad with the good. Endless as it's been for centuries. Like the wind, the stormy seas. Or is it just our destiny? I've got a black cloud following me.