All our ghosts will cry From way beyond the starlit sky To the ancient landfill of our lives I wouldn't know myself If I would've hit me in the face While the wind blows age old songs of joy I don't know what it is But I know I lose it when I cross the river Of my raging youth I wouldn't know myself If I would've hit me in the face While the wind blows age old songs of joy Will you kill me? Will you drown me in the river or the sea? And I'm so overflow with passion and afraid of what it means I don't know what it was But I know I lost it when I crossed the river Of my aging youth Oh, I wouldn't know myself If I were to look into my eyes While the wind cries elegiac songs Did I kill me? Did I drown me in a river of cement? And I was overflown with passion and afraid of what it meant Will you kill me? Will you drown me in the river or the sea? And I'm so overflow with passion and afraid of what it means