For the jokers, for the failures Feeling fever, being nowhere Straight where I should fall
First, the love comes; then, we hated Growing stranger, tasting sour For a tasteless part of the tongue
On the road made of corners Disguised between the owls Carrying the wound of sorrows Disguised between
Your excuses, my frustrations To the void of all salvations Every tear dried before it was born
Reaching out, getting closer Almost there now What's happening? I'm stuck in the start again
On the road made of corners Disguised between the owls Carrying the wound of sorrows Disguised between the owls Disappearing in the night Disguised between the owls Into the world of colorless Disguised between the owls
In these cold and dark places, I'll be fine Between cold and dead faces, I'll be fine In these cold and dark places, I'll be fine Between cold and dead faces, I'll be fine In these cold and dark places, I'll be fine Between cold and dead faces, I'll be fine