Single Handed (The Days Of The Trumpet C — текст песни (Room With A View)

Soul covered in dust
Spoiled walls transpire
The voice of the mould
Of life chained

I sleep on the coils
Dusted places soaked
Fragments of lived life
(and) Of a Lost smile

Floating away
The twisted coils around me
Is it too far for me
for my unsold soul?

How can you say that it doesn`t matter
when everything around has starded to shatter?

Waiting over accomplishments
I need and I want to try
all the pleasure and the pain
coming back again