You won't find them on the floor Those hundred gifts left at my door Cherry red as if asking more From my heart or a simple forgive you There is more than meets the eye To be the hunted, then I'd rather die If my tender words would never rhyme It means my heart will stop again to shine Like a dreadful sound that will ever last Forever chained to my past When everything is dying fast Even if I would be the last to feel it... Like a dreadful sound that will ever last Forever chained to my past When everything is dying fast Even if I would be the last to feel it...