• When all the world turns to gray,
    A nightingale will lead the way.

    Broken shadows,
    Alone in nothing,
    Nobody left to talk to.

    This is what was foretold.


    Alone I'll be there,
    Bleeding my heart out,
    Waiting for someone to come back.

    There I'll be alone,
    My heart bleeding out,
    Come back for someone waiting.

    My leaves have fallen,
    My blood runs cold,
    Children rip me apart.

    Foretold is what this was.

    I'll stand there alone,
    Bleeding from broken limbs,
    And all I ever wanted,
    Will wait until next spring.