On The First Day Of Loss [Pt3]

On the first day of loss,
Everything was strange.
Turning and not founding
Waiting for memories
Never came.
Wanting to sink
With that heart so free

On the first day of loss
There was only silence
The contact not ringing.
Out from the blank walls
Standing before the road
Furrow in the park
With the immortal comforting me

This comes only backwards
This comes only backwards
This comes only backwards
[When you leave it to the mind]

On the first day of loss
I don’t even remember
But it has become
The sum of all the days
Don’t remember
It’s the sum of all the days,
Since this, last, one.

This comes only backwards
This comes only backwards
This comes only backwards
[When you leave it to the mind]

The process comes in the head
Comes in the head
Comes in the head
[When outside is dark]

The process comes in the head
Comes in the head
Comes in the head
[When outside falls the night]