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.