All who still remain

Are leaving their shelter

One by one

The King leads his court

The sun seeks it's own reflection

On their clothes that shine like Gold

I speak the language of the colourless present

My words do not reach their ears anymore

A quest in vain

Trying to hold on to my youth

But still I remember those princes and wenches

He tries to tell me reality took over my soul

The walls behind which I wish to dream

Are coming down

Those princes and wenches

Visiting the castle

Represented my infant years

They flee into eternal woods

Only the jester turns around

One last time

Now I recognise my sad companion

Who kept me company

Countless times

The Jester kept me company countless times

In hours that seemed darker than these

He tries to tell me reality took over my soul

The walls behind which I wish to dream

Are coming down

He tries to tell me reality took over my soul

The walls behind which I wish to dream

Are coming down down down!