When there is no hope
For the mind that sleeps
For the broken heart stressed by memories
Of the future days and the days gone by
Count from 9 to 10
Call and he will come
In the end
Tell him how it feels
To be old and tired
Play him all your cards
He'll just laugh and smile
Such a fool
What a miracle your life is
You won't understand
Till the restless hand of doom
Breaks your spine and legs
Crash the bones
Squeeze your soul into the bottle
Handle it with love and care
And the feeling once forgotten
Steps in only if you dare