I´m freezing; I´m cold
I´ve fallen into this dark hole
Lights out; in darkness the fears unfold

Drown in waves of no meaning
Through the night I am screaming
Throw me a rope to hold

Empty is the crystal ball; still into emptiness I fall

If I could ride the clouds; if I could crush the hills
Would it mend what´s growing chill
How shall I act not to be wasting time
Only a spark; a spark so swift
Too great thy gift

I know not what mighty powers
Granted me this life
But your crown´s a heavy load

Lost in this pantomime
I could scream; but noone would hear me
If I could only believe

Empty is the crystal ball; still into emptiness I fall

If I could ride the clouds; if I could crush the hills
Would it mend what´s growing chill
How shall I act not to be wasting time
Only a spark; a spark so swift
Too great thy gift

The madman´s standing on the hill
Not hearing their laughs; to the sky he cries
You who gave me mind
I hail you, I curse you
Hear my cry

Give me an answer; how shall I know
Which way to go

Though the road´s ahead; too doubtful its bending
Stalling ´til death in fear of its ending

Empty are my heart and soul; and my feelings growing cold

If I could ride the clouds; if I could crush the hills
Would it mend what´s growing chill
How shall I act not to be wasting time
Only a spark; a spark so swift
Too great thy gift