| My chest is open | |
| My heart's on the ground | |
| My bare feet soaked in my blood | |
| as I leave you without a sound | |
| No one to reach for even though I stretched too far | |
| No one sky to warm me up | |
| as darkness clouds the blue | |
| I'm leaving | |
| I couldn't live with the shame | |
| No more denying | |
| I've stopped the search for blame | |
| Heading for virgin soil | |
| Set foot on sacred ground | |
| and with no one to reach for | |
| No no one | |
| Twentyseven years of falling | |
| Twentyseven winters slave | |
| Twentyseven years of dreaming | |
| and this is all the strength life gave | |
| Twentyseven summers weaker | |
| and the autumn's just the same | |
| Twentyseven years... | |
| And if you'd ask then I'd deny that | |
| I didn't have the strength to fight that drowning weakness | |
| And I buried all signs to cover what I feel underneath | |
| the hollow remains of me | |
| My chest is open | |
| My heart's on the ground | |
| My bare feet soaked in my blood | |
| as I leave you without a sound | |
| And there will be no tomorrow | |
| Won't see the light of day | |
| No more pain and no sorrow | |
| I'm free from the words that you could say | |
| Twentyseven years of falling | |
| Twentyseven winters slave | |
| Twentyseven years of dreaming | |
| and this is all the strength life gave | |
| Twentyseven summers weaker | |
| and the autumn's just the same | |
| Twentyseven years... |