- cifra
No one knows where the byway leads to
No one knows what it turns into at the end
Meet me down by the black inlet
And I'll show you it
I'll show you it
Nails replace the rain
Piercing the people to their staves
The sun illuminates
Such a wonderful display
No one seems to know anyone there
No one knows who they love
Or how they smile
Where do people go
When they need some deliverance?
Deliverance
The blackness fascinates
The privileged and the misbehave
Still, no one has ever walked the themselves
All of the way
