And as I keep getting old Slowly all the things unfold upon my sight It's blinding me - it's summertime Reality renders as I descend Braking and slowing down Because my fear of death Won't let me get up from my saddle when When better days They'll lie ahead Cause I lie on my bed And all my lies in my head As always And if someday you will need to cry Harsh winds they'll freeze and dry Cold diamonds in your eyes These ancient tears of wintertime Through perfect cuts we can look ahead To after we're all dead And in the end it's fine Now please lay me down and I'll rest in time And better days Do lie ahead As I lie on my bed And all my lies in my head As always