When the curse that I conjured up
Has begun
It will hurt, I´ve omitted to
Try to ban
And if solely some hurts try to
Guide me on
I will bear and don´t change the course
Till it´s gone
And sorry, father
A helpless son
Want to yearn, want to run
And sorry, mother
I carry on
To the back of beyond
In a world where we live in pride
A quiet shout
Where it hurts, we´ve omitted to
Cry it out
And my soul just keeps clinging on
To my mind
I can't bear this course leading from
Time to time
And sorry, father
A helpless son
Want to yearn, want to run
And sorry, mother
I carry on
To the back of beyond
And so we cover
Up the sun
Want to be where it begun
So we don´t bother
Who comes along ...
What we miss on the run
It seems so far… Aphelia…