I breathe, the air is clear There's no one here No one to hear the suffering Of past regrets Inside this bleak old house I begin to see myself When the sun rises again I'll be gone I open the door To let the sorrow in Down on the floor I push the sorrow in This fog covered forest That dwells within my mind Must it be in the end My own demise The cobwebs of my thoughts Slowly wasting away my dreams On which I could feel again The warmth which makes me sane I breathe, the air is clear There's no one here No one to hear the suffering Of past regrets Inside this bleak old house I begin to see myself When the sun rises again I'll be gone