This Life Songtext
von Berman

I watched the colors fade to grey
As all my tears got in the way
My feelings paralyzed me
But then I learned to walk away

The sun has left these scars
For forty days of wandering
The little picture on my mirror′s calling me back home
The folded paper in my pocket is what I can't let go of
But I was never made to live this life I can′t call my own
To call my own


The man behind the mask
Is selling second chances in a pill
I had to choose between a savior
Or a midnight miracle

The sun has left these scars
For forty days of wandering
The little picture on my mirror's calling me back home
The folded paper in my pocket is what I can't let go of
But I was never made to live this life I can′t call my own

The sun has left these scars
For forty days of wandering
The little picture on my mirror′s calling me back home
The folded paper in my pocket is what I can't let go of
But I was never made to live this life I can′t call my own