this must be the truth, that I have found
hidden into a needle of somekind
caught before it vapoured to the sky
below what all my days I will lay

how come the things became so hard?
I thought, and I was only at the start

you're my sorrow

Lost all inside the rapid tide
where from the cold I did hide
'said I would never leave your side
but this one last time I must run

how come the things became so hard?
I thought, and I was only at the start

you're my sorrow