Testo My God

All the eyes are downwards
All your fumble words are spent
Paying no attention
To the thoughts of you dear friend

No point louder It's out of my powers
Sinking deaper
Futher each hour My god

When our flowers fade them
When our stem begins to fold
I will take off quietly
Like a bird that flees the cold

No point louder It's out of my powers
Sinking deaper
Futher each hour
My god