كلمات A Pure Formality II

(In memory of Wojciech Seweryn) Night, fear takes its form Filling my mind And all that was certain is gone I touch the wood and smile to my thoughts This path won't lead me home Pictures of past closed in the hand Unfinished chapter of life Reminiscence of a place I belong Won't never sink into oblivion He had the right, you had the law I unclench my fists and talk to the stone Thrown to the wolves, commited no crime The only real thing that I know is TIME - deadly consequence without a word of protest shadow of doubt stream with no source I close my eyes I can feel no pain Fragile as old painting without frame I need no guide to where I roam The last part of this trip I'll walk alone Pictures of past closed in the hand Unfinished chapter of life Reminiscence of a place I belong Pack your bags, sign here it's pure formality