Gloomy way that you will go   Being colored like the snow   Feel like baby in your arms   Hardly spreading all your charms   Old man suffers from the pain   He has nothing more to gain   All his thoughts are over-bored   Manic, panic, self-assured      No more concealing   No more delaying   You'll have to go      Come to my life where angels fly   Come to my dreams here there's no cry   Fall to the hole fall like the snow   Come to my dream cut from the stone      When your naked soul appears   Getting inside through your tears   Innocence will run away   From your mind but I will stay   And the city of my life   Will be living through the night   You will pay your debts to me   You will come and you will see      No more concealing   No more delaying   You'll have to go      Come to my life where angels fly   Come to my dreams here there's no cry   Fall to the hole fall like the snow   Come to my dream cut from the stone