when the room is quiet
and the tale is almost gone,
it seems there's something
I should know,
when I'm ought to leave
but the rain it never stops
and no particular place to go.

That's when I think
going in
where I go every night
the ghosts of my life
they would go there before,
just when I think
I can know the steps
But my chance came to begin
the ghosts of my life
they would know where I'm in.

All my life I feel them here
all of my life…

When I'm feeling nervous
and I find myself in the room
simple as no anger there
the time is so short
and time is all in my life
how the ghost can make it slow?

That's when I think
going in
where I go every night
the ghosts of my life
they would go there before,
just when I think
I can know the steps
but my chance came to begin
the ghosts of my life
they would know where I'm in.

All my life I feel them here
all of my life…