I've been dreaming 'bout this lonesome boy
Who lives up on a fortress
Trapped in a fancy gold frame
Some encounters don't need to be made
In times we all belong where
Heart and soul cross other planes
When I put all my thoughts then
Don't need to talk about it
I see your soul on the front page
Can you hear my voice in your grave?
Ashes are sketches from old times
Paintings are memories that won't die
I found you when it was too late
I was a hundred years away
I've been dreaming 'bout this lonesome boy
Who lives up on a fortress
And dreams of my voice when I sing
Uh, uh, uh, uh
These times no more belong us
Still there's a chance for one dance
When I put all my thoughts then
Don't need to talk about it
I see your soul on the front page
Can you hear my voice in your grave?
Ashes are sketches from old times
Paintings are memories that won't die
I found you when it was too late
I was a hundred years away
Feels just the same