You’re sitting all alone, man
The other men have gone home
What do you think in silence?
Is everything OK?
Hey man?

Those words bring me back to a long distant memory.
At the beginning little flashbacks
Soon the whole story comes to mind
The vision inside that has not suffocated
Oozes the woe of that tragedy
I am sitting there in front of a distinguished lady
Candles burn up in the dark

For all those moments of yesterday
I would have traded tomorrow
And now that those moments are so far away
I see her too... death, closer than you

In silence she look at me with her eyes
She doesn’t move her lips at all
I could hear the peace she feels inside
Why don’t you feel like me?... the fear

What else is there left to say
…”If you can’t do this your brother he will do it himself”
...”What God commands should be done, son”
Are words that still echoes in mind

Gun in hand, the darkest hour
At the door the betrayer
What do you think in silence?
The lady asks me...
So many times I’ve tried and failed to
Gather my courage
Reach again for that nail
I love you Mother
I love you Son

Have you ever heard the thunder
That keeps the time between me and you ?
Which seems to measure out the seconds
Someone... lent to us ?
It’s strange to me. Isn’t it?
Our tears, inside, seem to suffocate the pain
The surface of the heart seems to fresh
But deeper in, at the core... we’re not dead yet.

Don't tell me now
That there is nothing more
There is a way
Just like there is a door
And if there isn’t another way
You tell me why

I’m laying here in silence
To the right my own killing hand
In my head the consciousness
To the left my own bleeding heart
To my back the distant past
Under my feet a new land
And in front of me...
a mystery...
Full of guilt... because I’m guilty
Full of pain...because I’m a murder
Future

So many words without truth
Fill our minds, you’ll agree
Since the beginning of our lives
We’re looking for the closest sun
Trying to leave this place in the dark
But we know our place is too far away.

Won’t you spend a little of your time
To remember the life of yesterday?
You will see its colour that lies within
It’s always hidden here.
Can’t you hear me my little child?