Just like a spy through smoke and lights   I escaped through the back door of the world   And I saw things getting smaller   Fear as well as temptation      Now everything is reflection as I make my way through this labyrinth   And my sense of direction   Is lost like the sound of my steps   Is lost like the sound of my steps      Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog   Walking through the fog   Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog   Walking through the fog      I see my memories in black and white   They are neglected by space and time   I store all my days in boxes   And left my whishes so far behind   I find my only salvation in playing hide and seek in this labyrinth   And my sense of connection   Is lost like the sound of my steps   Is lost like the sound of my steps      Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog   Walking through the fog   Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog   Walking through the fog      Words sounds music and I'm spinning in   Words sounds music and I'm spinning out   But I want to stay here   'Cause I am waiting for the rain   And I want it to wash away   Everything, everything, everything      Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog   Walking through the fog   Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog   Walking through the fog      Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog   Walking through the fog   Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog   Walking through the fog