For the jokers, for the failures
Feeling fever, being nowhere
Straight where I should fall

First, the love comes; then, we hated
Growing stranger, tasting sour
For a tasteless part of the tongue

On the road made of corners
Disguised between the owls
Carrying the wound of sorrows
Disguised between

Your excuses, my frustrations
To the void of all salvations
Every tear dried before it was born

Reaching out, getting closer
Almost there now
What's happening?
I'm stuck in the start again

On the road made of corners
Disguised between the owls
Carrying the wound of sorrows
Disguised between the owls
Disappearing in the night
Disguised between the owls
Into the world of colorless
Disguised between the owls

In these cold and dark places, I'll be fine
Between cold and dead faces, I'll be fine
In these cold and dark places, I'll be fine
Between cold and dead faces, I'll be fine
In these cold and dark places, I'll be fine
Between cold and dead faces, I'll be fine