The Solitaire

"The terrible fear of not finding what is in your stargazing. The dread of showing who you really are

inside, being aware of all your grey living within yourself. Does the little space between sleep and

awakening, where you can still remember dreaming really exist? The doubt of it all makes you a

'solitaire'. But one day you will find you are not alone and that you never will be."

Backwards, I'm covering miles along

A war I'm battling alone

Against waves during a storm

Against golden oceans of grain

Between the blueballs and the sand

I'm arid and backhand

I feel impurest empty

Forlorn, sharpened tempty

Samaritan where I belong

-I have been crowned grey inside

This Night is neverending

Pitch black, hell descending

Gathering into the abyss

-I am the enslaved solitaire

Midnight, the candle sputters slow

Illuminates my sins and sakes

As the winter leaves its wakes

Starwards, back to back with

My unconcious fear to face the truth

But tonight I'll come for you

At first glance I'll belong to you

At second hand you will taste my irrelevance

At last you will feel my solitude,

And you will walk away...

I feel impurest empty

Forlorn, sharpened tempty

Samaritan where I belong

-I have been crowned grey inside

This Night is neverending

Pitch black, hell descending

Gathering into the abyss

-I am the enslaved solitaire

[Guitar solo: Both, Aydan]

The third is the sympathetic age

And then you will finally have fear

At last you will feel my solitude

And it will be too late...