• My feet follow the dying river

    My heart, the hollow wind

    Do not worry about me

    For I shall be fine

    For I wait for the day

    When I find that damned lover of mine

    How long did we wait?

    To long, far to long

    My heart would ach for him

    If my heart still remained

    But dont worry about me

    For I shall be fine

    When I find that damned lover of mine