Lonely man could light the joy
Lonely man could find the sorrow
Our truths are hardly said
Whispering words I'll run away

Truth is haunting me, haunting all my dreams
Haunting all my life, haunting me for last

Lie, I've lied many times, all the time
Running fast to run away, run away from myself

I can hear a story grey
Stilted screams follow sceptic ones
Any time I look through dust
Ashes cold of a dying lust

I court my patience sine die
Foolish pride can't be swallowed
Wrenched misgiving rubbed in me
Can't be true but still I'm scared

Cry, I've cried many times, all the time
Running fast to run away, run away from myself