Black River

So the future is the sea approaching the land
In a cloudy afternoon
Surrounded by friends
Some strangers and you

So the future is your face turning into mine
In this decaying faceless world
Surrounded by friends
That don´t hear your words

Where everybody has no name
And everybody dies alone

So the future is the wind blowing cold
It blows down your town made of cards
It´s such a lovely day
Such a sky full of stars

Still everybody has no name
Everybody dies alone