Everyday comes a time
When I feel my arm is broken
The ink from my pen has ran out
I take another pen
I start to from the beginning
I start from the end
I close the covers of this book

The story tells my name
And it's always the same
And the papers they turn to dust
The writings on the wall
I write another song
Then I feel the warmth in my soul

There's a saying that makes sense
All things considered and done
An eye from an eye
One word from life
I write it all again
The pain that I feel
It turns into chapter
I close the covers of this book

You told me to speed up but I can't
I write when I want to
I feel too closed to let my feelings for the song
I'm not in a misery

The story tells my name
And it's always the same
And the papers they turn to dust
The writings on the wall
I write another song
Then I feel the warmth in my soul