Memories, what used to be
The silent past is haunting me
What did I see? What did I feel?
Was it real or just a dream?
I believe, I was free, not the shell that’s left of me
I could tell, I could feel.
Who I was, where I had been

Misery, my company, for the life I did not live
Agony? Ecstasy? At least more than self-deceit
I’m too afraid to burn again

These are the days of our lives
The time to be alive
Get wings and learn to fly
Soar up in the sky
These are the days of our lives
The time to be alive
Get wings and learn to fly