Another haggard, lost, and bitter wandering soul...
But a ray of sun still shines upon my deep and loving hole...
And where is the fire I see in memories of mirrors?
The sky has left my eyes, and with it went my soul.
Still I dream in technicolor and with eyes closed I have shown
In solitary hope I've found my home.
What's one more year to spend afraid and alone?
Another voyage to an island of my own...
But like the ancient wandering hero will I drift ashore?
And cast away the devils and the gods and sail no more?
Or if I wake now and open tired eyes will I have known...
In solitary hope I've found my home.
After all these years at last I've found my home.
I close the door, I don't want to see the sun.
I don't need you, I don't need anyone.