Rails at the River

See the skies hanging low

Up upon walls the crumbling voice

You ask yourself what is this time

And what's the meaning of being?

You ask yourself what is this time

And what's the meaning of being?

Follow the river at rail

High hopes pierce our poor souls

Like the disaster follows another

No chance to live

In this place gone is your heart

Have you done your best

Spent time to wait for nothing

Now you fail what's left behind

Now the skies hanging lower

The bubble of growing vice

You ask yourself what the hell is this

We were meant to be something

Like the better day

In this place gone is your heart

Have you done your best

Spent time to wait for nothing

Now you fail what's left behind

Follow the path to the end

Find your true self with yourself

To believe what you see