Текст песни
The moon above me has eclipsed the sun,
Shadow to my shoulders, ice runs in my veins
The wind calls me somewhere farther,
As if someone out there still waits
The ocean is cold and whispers to me,
Writes names in salt upon my lips
I cannot say what is wrong with me,
I keep as silent as the stones on the deep
How often I have done what makes no sense,
Built bridges out of ash just to burn them again
The city hums, but emptiness is my only thought,
And I won’t spare myself
I’m not ready to change the world inside my head,
Let it crack with ice on spring-fed water
Let other voices pull me into light and call—
I’ll stay where the nights still grow
Tangled lines are written on my palms—
No road in them, only rings
The wind unthreads my wounds again,
Tying my footsteps into knots
The ocean is cold, a mirror of the age,
Showing what I’m afraid to face
I cannot say what is wrong with me,
I only hear the dawn go under
If there is salvation, it comes without address,
Letters without stamps will return to me
How many times I sailed after a phantom lighthouse,
Only to vanish in its fire
I’m not ready to change the world inside my head,
Let it crack with ice on spring-fed water
Let other voices pull me into light and call—
I’ll stay where the nights still grow
The moon above me, the sun in an iron cage,
The wind calls, yet I don’t take a step
The cold ocean keeps my childhood summer,
And I’m not ready to trade away this dark
