All is lost and by the wind blow away.
Vanity has fallen pray to the decay
That sways the truth behind the veil.
Bothersome to think why,
To find the reasons for this goodbye.
If questions remained the cold has kept the voices still
And removed from the soul and body its will.
I designed this truth, analyzed it plenty,
Convinced myself of its truth and bent it,
Distorted it, accepted it, led it astray.
Hello to the night that still remains,
Came the cold and made it gold, now it maintains,
Moved mountains and planted trees in the sea
Nothing makes any more sense to me.
All the logic means nothing when shuttering in the cold we find the fire to fight again.
Porcupine Tree - Trains
