So many songs about pain, There are so many books about loneliness. Tell me what we were like when the world was still our home. Until the boat crossed the river. Words will come in handy to fill your pockets. The waves roll steadily on the sand. You have to let go of the rope that burns your hands., Charon knows who the sirens are silent about on the other shore. Everyone who goes to the bottom, carved out of stone Tell me what we were like when the world was still our home. Someone has already sung what I'm trying to tell you. There is nothing new except love, Nothing but the utter emptiness of loneliness. I'm following in someone else's footsteps, the waves are laughing at my tears. Tell me what we were like when the world was still our home.
