IRC-Galleria

No, no more sugar left
No more soap to clean my hands with
No songs left for the choir
Oh, no more stitches for the dress
No more bread here left to bless
I raise my hands to reach the sky

Chorus:
So I left my fading life
I left my house with an open door
Left it like an open sore
I couldn't stop the wind, oh, blow!
So I left my fading life
I left my house with an open door
Left it like an open sore
I couldn't stop the blood, oh flow!
So I left my fading life
I left my house with an open door
Left it like an open sore
I couldn't stop the wind, oh blow!


No, no more fire wood
No sweep to brush away the mud
That's stuck upon my... shoes!
Oh, no birds that are flocking 'round my feet
No pockets full of grain and crumbs of wheat
No cake that's soft and sweet
No, no more shimmering stars
No more strings upon on my guitar

Chorus

Oh, no birds that are flocking 'round my feet
No pockets full of grain and crumbs of wheat
No cake that's soft and sweet (x2)

Chorus

I left like a fading rainbow...