Soaked

My chest is open
My heart’s on the ground
My bare feet soaked in my blood
As I leave you without a sound
No one to reach for
Even though I stretched too far
No sky to warm me up As darkness clouds the blue
I’m leaving
I couldn’t live with the shame
No more denying
I’ve stopped the search for blame
Heading for virgin soil
Set foot on sacred ground
And with no one to reach for
No, no one
Twenty seven years of falling
Twenty seven winters slave
Twenty seven years of dreaming
And this is all the strength life gave
Twenty seven summers weaker
And the autumn’s just the same
Twenty seven years
And if you’d ask then I’d deny that
I didn’t have the strength to fight that growing weakness
And I buried all signs to cover what I feel underneath
The hollow remains of me My chest is open
My heart’s on the ground
My bare feet soaked in my blood
As I leave you without a sound
And there will be no tomorrow
Won’t see the light of day
No more pain and no sorrow
I’m free from the words that you could say
Twenty seven years of falling
Twenty seven winters slave
Twenty seven years of dreaming
And this is all the strength life gave
Twenty seven summers weaker
And the autumn’s just the same
Twenty seven years