Season in Silence - Sadist

Sky’s up above my head

Surrounding uncontrollable hands

Something’s about to change: you better look at me

A blanket made by the cold of a winter mountain

Going down slowly through the silence far from here

All noises are deaf listening

Through out the white silence

That’s what I’m waiting for it’s always welcome

A blanket made by the cold of a winter mountain

Going down slowly through the silence far from here

A woody boat reminds me of my long journey

When I bought the world with no money

I close my eyes and breath the coolness

Taken away from so much purity

Ain’t gonna be alone no more

In the greyness of an old men dress

Coming out from the ancient door house

With big palms telling tales of a past life

Sky’s up above my head

Surrounding uncontrollable hands

Something’s about to change

You better look at me

A blanket made by the cold of a winter mountain

A woody boat reminds me of my long journey

When I bought the world with no money

I close my eyes and breath the coolness

Taken away from so much purity