Will you remind the days
Before the fall
Or dive head first into the spires of the storm?
Will you cherish the faces
Of those long time gone
Or drown into the cold mires of oblivion?

And then you start to breathe again

Count the stitches
Youíve been hiding all your life
Count the stitches
Is it high above or six feet under?
Count the stitches
No oneís left to hear you cry
Count the stitches
You have wasted all your time

Do you recall the times
You felt alive?
And all the promises and friends you left behind
A display of shadows
From another time
For those who cling to death shall live while the others die

If you could live it all again